*The robed Barbarian slowly eases himself up from his seat, and walks over to the Barbarian seated by herself. Uninvited, he pulls up a seat at her table. He speaks to her in low tones.*Ah sister, hail ta ye. It 'as been a while since I 'ave heard anythin' o' our home. Tell me, what news o' the North 'ave ye? I would hear o' anythin', anythin' at all o' tha place. Do it still be standin'? I wish ta see my ancestor's homeland, but I 'ave no heard nothin' o' how she stands t'day. *He gets a far off look in his eyes.*My father used ta be tellin' me o' Halas, an' tha lands about it. He told me tales o' the tundra, an' o' the great Ice Dragon that were close by. I also heard tales o' a...lich...livin' near there. Tell me if ye would please sister, 'ave ye heard o' such a creature near there? Have ye?*His look as he asks these questions is eager, almost fervent. He sits on the edge of his chair, waiting with anticipation for the answer.*
Docata turns up his nose arrogently.”As If I would ever throw dice with a rat and filth. I might catch something.”
Docata Growls audibly.”I have no intention of starting a fight, or bloodshed. I wouldn't even think of breaking the rules of this fine establishment.”