[IRP] Across the Mountains

[Alusq]

"Nichol." Clasping his hands in a salute in lieu of a handshake, Nichol smirked as several of the pub's patrons turned their heads to do a double take: he was immediately aware of how many people in the room had been harried by soldiers in the past. "Pleasure meeting you."
"Might want to go easy on the... humour, lad," the barkeep cautioned Nichol as he pushed back the newly-filled mug of ale.
"No worries!" Nichol crowed. "I'm Etrurian."
"Thought ye were from Thria," the barkeep muttered.
"Thria as well, yes." Nichol's speech was momentarily muffled by his mug. "Say, Master Fred, are you any good at riddles?"