~Miles Kyzalith~

Miles leaned backwards on his chair, holding onto the counter of the bar to stop himself from falling backwards. He looked at the man, the same man who had passed him earlier. [i]hmmm, so he is an adventurer[/i]. Miles pulled himself back to a upright position, he then leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table. He'd sipped at the ale he'd been given but it wasn't as good as the drink back home, the ale in Fendrel was mostly imported from Auroris where master brewers were.

Miles slowly stood up from the stool at the counter, using his free hand to wipe foam from his lip, his other hand still holding his drink. He held the mug away from him, towards the space between the burly man and Ana. 

"Well there ye have it, three of us should do it. I reckon we all have skills and what not that could...uhh." he held the 'uhh' for a few seconds, his mind scrambling for the word. "Complimnet each other!" He blurted. Miles eyes shifted from Ana to the man, a genuine smile resting on his face.

He brought the mug back to his lips and sipped, than stretching out his arm once more as if expecting something.