Still staring at the front door, Othen had spotted Branna the moment she had crossed the threshold of the main hall's entrance. However, at least at that moment, he had not paid much attention to her. Some other patrons had turned their heads and tracked her steps towards the counter with greedy eyes, but he broke his line of view after a mere few seconds. Well, if he was honest to himself this wasn't because she wouldn't be attractive at all, but his orders were quite strict when it came to doing anything that could trigger unnecessary attention. Him tracking her probably wouldn't have made much of a difference in the environment of the [i]Griffin's Wing[/i], but still... And he felt tired.

Branna caught him veering around the humble remainders of beer that were left in the depths of his tankard. Othen's eyes blinked a few times when he noticed her -- and this time he couldn't stop himself from inspecting her up and down a little. Yes, she was definitely attractive. Various aspects about her also allowed him to make an educated guess about her fighting capability and his experience found it to be very considerable. If he should start a little smalltalk ? That couldn't hurt, or could it ? Anyway, the big man's first reaction was to put up a gentle smile and offer her the seat requested. There was plenty of room left around the table, at least if he put his colossal legs aside a little. The furniture of this tavern wasn't exactly designed with men of his proportion in mind so his knees reached well into his neighbourhood. He pushed back the chair in order to make room and as he made use of the chairback the latter produced a symphony of creaking.

"May I introduce myself ? I'm Othen, just... Othen." and he offered her his open palm. At least so far he had not crushed any poor fellow's ankle with it, but it certainly looked as if capable of such a thing. "Don't worry, I'm gentle." Othen added in an attempt to return the favor of Branna's words. "With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking ?" At least in Othen's mind he currently was doing his best in order to present his friendly side to her as he saw absolutely no point in doing anything else. This journey had to be more than just a job, this capital city was bound to offer more than just information about military planning. Othen felt confident that he could allow himself to be entertained a little, as long as his activities remained below the radar so to speak of course.

Something had started working in the back of his mind though. He'd need a good cover story and it had to be consistent with the numerous other cover stories he had delivered so far to various people. His true task never left him, quite a bit to his misfortune at this point.