"Serendipity," he echoed after her and looked bitter while saying it. He didn't much care for the differences between nations. And he didn't like to think about it either. Politics and diplomacy were never his thing and deep down they were all the same no matter how they conducted their business. There was the law, and then there was the other side of it. He was on the other side, the one that got treated like a dog, and thrown into a cell with idiots, and never had any real rights.
And he liked his life of freedom that had been afforded to him. You had to make your own way in this world, there wasn't much different between people in that, and Dram knew that as well as anyone. It didn't matter where she was from, even if he didn't care for her homeland country. But he was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, for now.
"This way," he said and led her to the would-be tavern tent that was extended down to a flagon hallway and the smell of fresh ale and beer wafted in the air. Despite her previous assumption, Dram was not a big drinker and it was rare for him to even make an appearance here at all. The dark elf was a solitary sort, everyone knew that. So, naturally, when they saw him peer through the doorway with a rookie on his tail, many found it was prudent to stare with awe in his direction.
He would look at them with a snarl and immediately they would look away just as they should. Dram took a seat at the bar and offered the seat beside him to Rai'nish and signaled for the bartender to throw two cold brews at them and sliding down the counter came two cold mugs filled with ale. He slid hers toward her and leaned on the counter. Dram, in a show of masculinity, tossed back half his round and slammed the mug down on the counter and wiped his mouth on his arm. "So...you drink much?" he said with a bit of a challenge in his voice.
