FrancisJohn
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Francis John III, Halfling
The proud little halfling starts vociferously wagging his finger in the air. "Wait, wait, wait a minute! Even though our fine friend Grog here told me your name, there is always room for proper introductions! Charity and Robert it shall be." The bushy-haired halfling takes a moment to regain composure. "There now.... we have all met, and are now friends for life. That includes you Grog!"
Francis spends a half a minute approaching Charity and Robert, and holds his arm high in order to shake hands. He leaps onto the counter, and offers his hand to Grog as well. From atop the bar, he proudly proclaims "Here, here! Dinner is on me! Grog, on my tab please: your finest teacakes, brown butter bread, and some delicious acorn squash with some drizzled honey. Bring enough for the four of us!" He hops back down to his stool, and downs his mug of the good stuff. "Another pint for the pint-size too!"
The proud little halfling starts vociferously wagging his finger in the air. "Wait, wait, wait a minute! Even though our fine friend Grog here told me your name, there is always room for proper introductions! Charity and Robert it shall be." The bushy-haired halfling takes a moment to regain composure. "There now.... we have all met, and are now friends for life. That includes you Grog!"
Francis spends a half a minute approaching Charity and Robert, and holds his arm high in order to shake hands. He leaps onto the counter, and offers his hand to Grog as well. From atop the bar, he proudly proclaims "Here, here! Dinner is on me! Grog, on my tab please: your finest teacakes, brown butter bread, and some delicious acorn squash with some drizzled honey. Bring enough for the four of us!" He hops back down to his stool, and downs his mug of the good stuff. "Another pint for the pint-size too!"
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Throughout the halfling's overture, Charity's posture becomes less relaxed and more guarded, as she literally pulls away from the speaker. The redhead eyes Francis carefully as he extends his hand, and in a uncomfortable pause, waits until he retracts it once again. Upon completion of his words, she finally speaks. 
Mug in hand, Charity leans against the bar again, looking out into the room. She makes no particular effort to join any particular merriment for the time being, nor to avoid it. Upon the halfling's reiteration of his offer, she merely smiles and nods politely, but offers no overt agreement.