Dav shook the man's hand, releasing his sword. The man appeared friendly enough. "Dav Scorpio, glad to meet you." He ordered another glass of ne'tra gal, taking a big gulp. At least there wasn't an immediate threat. "Is the ale still good or do you wanna try another kind?" he asked Neema.
@[member="Kyte Ra'Kon"]
@[member="Capt. Neema Farron"]