Orodore had a bit of a laugh at Nklos's attempt at pronouncing his name while respectfully waving away the offer for a drink.
    "Thank you master drink-giver but I have my own, much to the barkeep's distaste," Orodore said, holding up a gourd that sloshed with the liquid within, "And my name is pronounced Oro-doe-re. Though that was the best attempt I've heard thus far!"
    The newcomer took the seat offered to him by Roo and looked to all who welcomed him in turn, repeating their names to commit them to memory and returning their friendly greetings. Orodore's amber eyes looked to Eopia, concern clearly in his gaze, for a moment. He knew nothing of her situation and so felt it was not his place to offer anything but a moments distraction from whatever it was that caused so somber a mood. He let a genuine smile adorn his features as he spoke his thanks.
    "The pleasure is all mine, thank you all for allowing me to join you!" As he said this, Orodore looked to Roo, "The Iron Temple is a humble place of peace, prayer and meditation. It is in the southern regions of the Talenta Plains in Khorvaire. Very near to the lake that also touches the Mournland and Valenar." He punctuated the end of his sentence by pulling the stopper from his gourd with a satisfying pop. He took a pull from the container before replacing the plug and letting it fall to his side.
    "I know we all have stories to tell and since I am the stranger, feel free to ask of me whatever intrigues you. But first a little entertainment!" At that, Orodore reached into his pocket and pulled three small metal bearings. With a grin and a wink he sent the shiny spheres into a practiced juggling pattern. It was a simple maneuver that likely many at the table could perform easily or learn quickly if they did not, but he hoped that his little show would bring a few more smiles from his new-found friends and bring some levity to the slightly dark atmosphere.

Nklos smiles to himself, partially at the new comer feeling the need to entertain the group to earn his seat with his friends, but mostly at the fact that Hoch seems so lost in his thoughts that he seemed not to have noticed the glass Nklos was trying to hand him.  Putting the glass on Hoch's table he turns his head and slowly surveys those with him, and those around him.

Nklos waves his hand dismissively at Hoch's concern, then raises a glass of scotch to his lips and drinks deeply to avoid having to say anything as he eyes his friends around him.

Smiling at all the familiar faces, Nklos realizes there is nothing to be said at the moment.  If Eopia wants to enjoy a quiet night before real troubles started, he more than understood the feeling.  So instead of speaking he reached into his pocket, pulled out what looked like an ornate scroll case, and opened it producing a few fine cigars.  Dark brown leaf wrapped around a thick helping of some of the finest tobacco in all of Korvaire.  The band seemed to look like it was spun from pure gold with a blink dog in the center.

With a simple motion of his wrist the tip of the cigar was cut away and he placed it in his mouth, lighting it off the blade of his rapier.  "Was your idea to go out Eopia, so it is your night.  Care to join me in a smoke?"

Hands his friend a wine and places the extra cigar back in the case.


Nklos looks around the room quietly trying to spot any unfamiliar faces.

Eo's eyes widened at the silent character who dropped an envelope in front of her.  She stared at it for a moment before draining the wineglass Nklos had handed her.  It didn't help, the headache was now pounding away at her temples and the back of her head.  Her eyes glanced upwards to look at the retreating back of the messenger before she picked up the envelope with hands that shook, and unsealed it, eyes scanning the note closely. 

She dropped it like it had burnt her and jumped to her feet.  "Please, excuse me for a moment," was the muttered courtesy to the table before she snatched the message back up, crumpling it in her hand.  Eopia moved surprisingly quickly to the bar door, catching up with the strange man.  "Where is he?"