"Not much in the way of supplies around here," Kythor remarked with a wry smile. "Gotta make do with what we got. Might have better luck searchin' around some of the other towns for stores and the like that'll have what we're lookin' for, but Good Mead?" He shook his head. This was a small inconvenience for him, but he imagined it was a much larger one for not only the group as a whole, but for any other people who were in their positions. Might not be a bad idea for them to open up a general store or some such around here...
"As for gettin' to know each other, I figure that might not be a bad idea. Give us all a chance to get ready for the trek up ahead and to get t'know each other some. Get any little troubles or important things outta the way 'fore it's too late, yeah?" Noting that the gnome had ordered himself some breakfast, Kythor decided to follow suit. He wasn't sure when he'd be getting a warm meal again if they were planning to tackle the task of tracking down the missing fishermen, so he might as well make the most of it while he still could. Besides, if the group was going to introduce and familiarize themselves with one another, they might be here for quite a bit.
Plucking three silver coins from his coinpurse and dropping them onto the table, Kythor raised his hand to get the attention of the barkeep. "I'll have some of the seared knucklehead trout and a mug of mead," he said. His order placed, he turned back to face the group. "Guess I'll get us started," he said. "Most of you might 'a heard me say this earlier, but in case you didn't, the name's Kythor. I'm a local of sorts to the area, been livin' here for as long as I can remember. I know the lands like the back of my hand. Can't say the same for the cities, but for the places where it matters, I've got a good head for that kind 'a thing. Used to be a hunter for my tribe, using our knowledge of the land to thrive off of it, but, well..." Kythor paused for a moment, breaking his gaze from the others to the bar. A concentrated frown crossed his face as he studied the bar, as if looking for the answer to some unseen question, before he finally spoke again. "Let's just say that I'm all that remains of my tribe." An awkward silence took over for a brief moment until he cleared his throat. "Now I'm here in the city, offering my services as a hunter and a guide to those who need it. People like the fine folk 'a Easthaven, who need their fishermen to be found." Kythor turned his head back around to look to the party once more. "Once I've got enough gold to buy back everything I've had taken from me, I figure I'll probably go back to livin' how it used to be. But who knows?" Kythor shrugged.
"Anyways, that's my story. What about the rest of ya?"