As the woman finally entered the tavern, Nat finally had the opportunity to examine her closely. She was an elf, no doubt and dark-haired, so his first two assumptions done earlier were correct. She did not take off her hood even inside and Nat smiled from the thought. He drank some ale and by that time the woman was sitting at his table. Nat curiously watched as she gave a coin to the innkeeper. The half-elf then gave her an ironic look and took another sip of ale. Just as he was about to ask what would she want from him, Nat heard her questions.

Looking her into the eyes that were partly hidden by the hood's shadow, he waited for a few seconds and then drank some more ale. "You really want to know that, that's all?" Nat put the mug on table. "I'm Eruantien. I call myself Nat. Most people do that too." he then stopped talking and thought about something for a second, looking away. "Heck, who do I work for? I don't know. Myself? No.. Nobody? Anybody? I can work for anybody." he nodded to himself "Give me what I look for, I'll even work for you, even though I haven't the slightest clue who you are." Nat stopped talking once more and picked up the mug. It was still half-full, but the sellsword drank it all in a few gulps, then placed the mug on table. "And the business in the post office.. Let's just say I helped... An employer. To find his lost love. Or hers." he smiled and turned his gaze on the elf. "And now you owe me your story, Elf. Am I so gorgeous your business couldn't have waited morning?"