@pops
Well I've come this far, why stop here? Would it also be ok if my character is (Or at least thinks he is) partially responsible for the mess Noddy's in.
Ruprecht, old chum! Fancy seeing you here. Let us recount our days of glory and guile over some wine. Innkeep! One pitcher of the finest bilgewater you dare call wine! Gods' bless you, Ruprecht. You don't know half how happy I am to see a familiar face in this landfill of a village. My word, come to think of it, you're half the cause of me being here! Ha! *continued in whisper* I'm still awfully grateful you accompanied me into Folsterwoods keep last year, no doubt about it. Best decision I ever made. Except for the maid walking in on me and Folsterwoods daughter and alerting every single bloody guard. *whispering stops* But let us not fret over small things! Innkeep! Where do you keep your wine, in the hills of the hinterlands? Good lord, man, one would think the grapes were still being pressed. Get on with it, and send that fetching lass next to you to serve it. So, Ruprecht, how have you been keeping?