[SRP] So, You Meet in a Tavern...

[Andy]

Ambrose looked at the man, concern and confusion warring upon his face. "Wherefore has your heart cause to be broken? Whatever is it that has so withered your spirit?" He breathed another pull of smoke in, blowing a smoke ring to the ceiling. He pulled his stormcloak about himself. The chill was easy to shut out with his cloak, the stifling warmth, and the drink all working together. He thought he could see the answer to his question in the man's stricken expression, but wanted to hear it to confirm.