Dorje grabbed the full tankard offered him by the barmaid. 

"And yet, for all your talk, the only things I know about you is your taste in mead and that your father is an old man." He leaned a bit closer, coming off the back of his chair and leaning his elbows on the table as he bit off a piece of cheese. "Tell you what, you tell me your name, for starters, and we can go from there. I like to at least know a lady's name before traveling with her," he said, taking another drink from the mug. He knew he'd be traveling with others, but hadn't thought that they might be deceptive. He smirked a bit, not like he had anything valuable on him anyways.