Saktouk Bekloric, half-orc monk
Saktouk relaxes at the greeting and moves to sit at the table with the half-elf.
"Och, good, then I've found the right place," he says with a smile. Then he seems struck by a thought. "Or we've both gummed up the directions and sure'n found the same wrong place."
He waves the thought away. "Whate'er we've found, there's ale, and sure'n that's all a body needs between meals, aye? I'm Saktouk. Don't think I caught your name?" He says to the half-elf as he waves to one of the barmaids and orders.
Saktouk relaxes at the greeting and moves to sit at the table with the half-elf.
"Och, good, then I've found the right place," he says with a smile. Then he seems struck by a thought. "Or we've both gummed up the directions and sure'n found the same wrong place."
He waves the thought away. "Whate'er we've found, there's ale, and sure'n that's all a body needs between meals, aye? I'm Saktouk. Don't think I caught your name?" He says to the half-elf as he waves to one of the barmaids and orders.