Zach sat at a table alone, though a few patrons were behind him, peering over his shoulder at the charcoal sketching he had been working on during the card game. Those skillfull digits gracefully etching the woman as she winked at the men after they had been defeated at the card game. He stopped and peered at the image momentarily, a small smile gracing his lips at the nice contrast between her happiness in victory, and the loser's annoyance at loss. He quietly slid his chair back, and approached the bar himself. Though not much of a warrior, he had a very acute attention to details thanks to his older cousin that had raised him and had taken note of the drink she had chosen for her game.
Without the slightest bit of hesistance, or much less introduction he took a seat atop a barstool beside her, his right foot positioning itself upon one of the horizontal pegs of the furniture. Placing the etching on the bar underneath her leaning form, "Hey two ales!" He belted out quickly to the bartender, he wasn't very loud spoken often and his reason for speaking out and offering her the drawing was quickly revealed. "Thanks for giving me such a great idea for a drawing, it is so difficult sometimes to come up with motivation," He slid the bartender a few coins in exchange for the drinks, then pushing one over to her. "My name is Zach" He said in a soft spoken voice, wiping the charcoal off his fingers in the process with a paper napkin. Zach offered his now clean hand to her.
