[h1][center][color=beige]Kythor[/color][/center][/h1] With little else to do but listen in, Kythor couldn't help but overhear the plight of the halfling. Robbed by kobolds? One must always be careful when traveling in these parts. Many people underestimate the danger of this land, and it seems that this poor fellow was no exception. [i][color=beige]"These lands're harsh and unforgiving,"[/color][/i] Kythor said, giving the halfling a somewhat sympathetic frown. [i][color=beige]"Much like how the wolves find safety in packs, travelers unsuited to these lands oughta find their own safety in numbers. I would suggest findin' a guide if you plan on staying much longer. I'd be willin' to lend you a hand myself, but as you said, you don't have a silver to your name. Sorry."[/color][/i] For a moment, he internally debated paying off the halfling's tab, before deciding against it... for the moment. The two had already arranged what he felt like was a fair deal. No need to intervene. With that, he turns to the barkeep. [i][color=beige]"I'll have some of the stew as well, as well as a mug of mead,"[/color][/i] Kythor said, resting his arms on the bar. [i][color=beige]"My journey here was long. Felt like I walked about twice as far as I should've,"[/color][/i] he chuckled. [i][color=beige]"I could do with somethin' to warm me up."[/color][/i] He'd never been one for drinking, but the chill of the outside still crept through his body. Besides, they wouldn't call the town Good Mead if the mead wasn't good, right? At the very least, if it wasn't good, he hoped it was cheap.