Jeffery's eyebrow rose a bit at the strangers kind action, but a grin came to his lips as he thought of his coming beverage. He may have been in unfamiliar surroundings with a completely new set of individuals to deal with, but he was never one to refuse a drink. Plus he's been on the road for weeks now dealing with both mother natures cruel love and the fiends who hid in the shadows ready to kill and steal all that was valuable. A good drink was very much needed for the young mercenary. He chuckled and flipped his hood off from his head to fully reveal his face. Dirt and a few scratches covered his face from his travel, his hair was a complete mess and it was easy to tell he never really took much care in keeping it groomed and finally heavy bags rested below his eyes from the many sleepless nights on the road. Jeffery has surely seen better days. He scratched the stubble on his chin and spoke. "Thanks, I could use a good drink, getting real tired of dirt filled water. Ah, hope my appearance don't bother ya, haven't had time to stay in my usual glowing form," he chuckled and spotted their drinks coming over to their booth. A meal wouldn't hurt either, but he didn't want to push his luck. The drink was enough.

[@Magister]