Sethryn exchanged glances between the hulking Bakra and the beautiful barmaid in front of him.
Bakra's companions had settled into the pub like one would in their home.
Sethryn took a glance at them as well and judging from how quickly they got comfortable, he could tell that they may be old customers... at least they weren't first-timers like him.
He turned back to Bakra, looking at the man first and then to the big arms that lay on his shoulders.
Bakra grinned at Jane.
"You know, let's forget about your father. Perhaps, I can tell you about my newest quest, Jane Grimsen."
Jane scoffed and immediately rejected the offer without a second thought.
"Sorry, Bakra. I've got a short attention span. Moreover, you won't really find me a vivid listener of your stories like my father."
Sethryn looked at her, stunned at how quick her wits were.
"You liar," he thought, laughing internally.
