Azerus-Christopher
[i]off to the side of the main table[/i]

Azerus never shook the mans hand, it may have appeared rude but the task was dauntingly difficult at the moment. Azerus would rather appear unfriendly than a uncoordinated drunk. However the thought of his new sword caused a slight wicked grin to creep across his lips. Suddenly he was feeling a little bit better.
Still leaning against the wall he closes his eyes while partially ease dropping the conversation beside him. It was all small conversation and bickering, finding nothing of interest or demanding of his attention, Azerus remained silent resting against the sturdy wall.

He didn't care too much who he would be travelling with, he was just excited to finally be seeing more of the world. The fact that he got a brand new sword just for leaving and another when arriving was cherry on the cake. His luck had truly began to turn around since awakening early this morning. If he wasn't feeling deathly ill Azerus might question if it was all a dream. One puzzle still remained, why did this man seem so familiar...