Jeffery was greedy with his beverage as he nearly downed the whole thing in one gulp. He coughed a bit as it went down the wrong hole and cleared his throat with a grin. He had to work on pacing himself. He chuckled as he tapped onto his chest with his fist and chuckled as his favorite new stranger pointed out his short sword. "T-this old thing?" he asked as he unsheathed his weapon halfway to reveal its newly sharpened edges. He always made sure to keep his sword nice and pristine, but it was clear from the hilt of the sword that it has seen many years of combat. Jeffery ran his thumb across the grips worn out leather and chuckled. "No sword can even come close to replacing this thing. Been in the family for years and hasn't failed its wielder yet. Hell, its even broken a few of those fancy sabers belonging to rich nobles a couple of times," he boasted as the memories of past battles flooded his mind. "Plus it's much easier to use when in close courters, not like those sabers or other weapons," he mumbled and took a smaller sip from his drink with delight. This places drinks weren't half bad actually, he'd need to come here more often. 

He re-sheathed the word and looked back to the stranger. "By the way, I've gave my name so how about we learn yours? I don't mind a new drinking mate, but I rather learn their names while we drank," he chuckled while pointing his finger towards him. 

[@Magister]