[IRP] Across the Mountains

[Alusq]

As the newcomer approached the bar, Nichol finished his mug and slid it over for a refill. Not only did the man look like he'd been traveling awhile; Nichol hadn't seen him in the tavern or the market previously, making this a potential lead. Granted, men in armour weren't an unusual sight in Tyrol— although Nichol hadn't equipped his own set since his arrival, for he had quickly found that people who looked like Imperial soldiers were not at all a welcome sight here. Still, he had nothing to lose trying to start up conversation with anyone who even vaguely looked like someone who might be traveling northward.

"Ghastly stuff, that's what it is." Nichol's definition of snow was more of an opinion. "Cold; wet; gets everywhere." With that, he leaned against the bar to turn to the newcomer. "This fellow here's, ah..." It occurred to Nichol that he'd never bothered to learn the name of the fellow in question. "... One of the regulars!"

Now that he thought about it, why would a Nabatan stay in this place for any longer than a day?