~Miles Kyzalith ~

He leaned to the side letting a burly man pass him in the doorway, his eyes kept to the people in the bar. Voices echoed in the room from all the patrons, the low growl of noise made all the voices seem to blend together, making it hard to distinguish any voice. Most of the patrons here looked local with the exception of a few outliers, including the burly man he'd let pass. The man Miles was referring to didnt exactly look like he came from another village, but he didnt quite [i]blend in[/i] like the rest of the rabble. Milles started walking slowly through the tavern dodging ale spills and broken glass as he made his was to the bar top. He sat next to a lady with smooth, young looking skin and brown hair that flickered red in the torchlight.

Looking down the bar pass this girl he could see one of the other outliers, he paid them no more attention than that.
"You must be Ana! Correct?" Miles said, his tone low and slightly raspy.

He looked away from this girl and turned back to the barkeep. Miles knocked on the wooden countertop to gain his attention.
"Just an ale please." The beekeep closed his eyes and gave Miles a nod. Miles started to fish for coin in his pocket. Waiting for both Ana and his drink. 
"You're the one with the job, no?" Miles asked, his voice a bit louder than before. He didn't look at Ana when asking, he just looked around the bar instead.