The fellow tilted his head forward in to a more or less polite little nod at the woman and widened his little smirk in to a nearly impolitely charming smile. He also mimed tipping his hat - after all the hat itself he had by now placed on the counter - slightly before answering. "Well, I'll have a pint of whiskey and... let's say a nice glass of water." The bard's voice was quite unassuming and silent - like he was more or less doing his best to keep it in check - though at the same time fully audible. He turned his attention momentarily to Carver and scratched the impeccably shaven chin of his with the gloved fingers of his left hand. "Maple Falls? There have been awfully many places named that over the years. What world or plane of existence are you from? That might help pinpoint the location a bit better."  The thiefling paused for a moment - as if he had just noticed that some introductions had happened. "Ah, Carver, was it?" The fellow ran the fingers of his left hand through his hair and straightened his back - taking a more regal stance. "I am Ramius Kastagir, a master bard extraordinaire - in fact one of the fabled Magna Alumnae - back in good old Waterdeep." For his introductions Ramius used a far more powerful voice that seemed to more fit him.