a slender man with boots that come up to his thighs.
"Don't you know it's rude to interrupt a man when he's brawling?"
Not brawling :
"Hello there, <Gender>."
"Care to join me in a drink?"
no-"Not a mead drinker, I guess." He shrugs.
yes-He hands you a mug for a swallow.
It is warmed mead, sweet and bubbly, with a cinnamon stick in it.
"Comes from Verity Isle," he says.
"It's mostly made of honey. Ask a brewer."
"Jerris is my name. And yourself?"
"Pleased to make your acquaintance."
"Some day I hope to join Zellivan's Stalwarts and be a guard."
"When that last earthquake struck, I was pinned 'neath a great tree branch."
"Lord Zellivan himself hoisted it up while a guard pulled me clear."
"It was a rat, as sure as the world is flat."
"Darndest thing, too."
"Nomaan dropped the rune and the rat took it into a little hole."
"It's right there. On the north wall. See it?"
no-"Look carefully, <Gender>. Ye will see it if ye keep on looking."
Shamino points to a spot west of the bar where the wall meets the ground. "There it is."
Obviously a rat hole."
"It's in the refrain of the song."
"Well, I'd rather not sing alone. Get Culham to play it."
"Sorry, <Gender>. I can't help ye with that."