Jethro enjoyed the company of the lady dwarf as long as he could. When she asked his name he blushed slightly and chuckled embarrasingly. "Milady, how rude of me. Jethro, Jethro Roranson from Hammerfell. Pleasure to meet you, Miss...?" He held his question aloft for her answer then wished her good day with a polite kiss to her hand. After parting ways he made way for the bar again. Joing back up with Jakar he noticed the bar devoid of of any mead. "Oi, I thought you were buying drinks? I asked for a mead before the dance floor beckoned me. Barkeep! Your finest mead in your largest stein!" Ordered the dwelf slapping the bar merrily. He was in a good mood indeed.

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