Sam looked up to the woman in the eyepatch a bit startled. He had not expected to strike up conversation, but this was just what he needed anyway.
 "Eh...Rum" he said, the first alcoholic drink to pop into his mind. He wasn't sure as to what to order. Alcohol was strictly prohibited at Treadberry, so he had never really tasted it. 
He extended his hand cautiously.
"Samuel. Samuel Osgood."