"Griff Caden." Griff replied, offering a hand to Crom. He was never afraid of using his own name, with how much he moved around it meant very little, at most, to people. False names also created chances of slipping up. "I am as a matter of fact." Griff continued, this time to both Crom and Johnathon. "I'm headed over the mountains towards the border. My family is from around there, on the edge of the Empire." He added. It wasn't a complete lie, his family had lived on the edge of the Empire and he had decided to head west. From the commotion outside it sounded like it would be best to leave town and in a party would be much less suspicious. Also it was a proven fact his job had a greater impact where there was already a strong resistance and the regions near the border with the League had just that.

Griff tried to make out as much as he could of the muffled conversation coming from the door, however he could make little of it out through the thick oak door. Wary of the tavern being searched, Griff downed the remainder of his drink and lightly patted his chest, making sure his dagger was where he would expect it to be should trouble arise. His long sword would be far too clumsy in such a small space.