Amal felt a small thrill pass through him, though he hid it well. He had not expected her to say she enjoyed his company. Whenever he mentioned something of that nature, he did it as a sardonic joke. But now that she had met him on that score, he decided it was nice to hear. 

If that was the case, then it would hamper a bit of his traveling options, but he found she was worth it. For her skills, as well as her more pleasant aspects. Amal, however, tilted his head as Char lightly accosted the waitress. The thief wondered exactly what his drow companion meant, but before he saw what would happen, he heard the clink of glass behind him. He glanced past his shoulder, his ears open. 

"So Davros, been meanin' to catch up with ye." A gruff voice said.

"Aye, been too long. How's the trade?" Another asked, his voice deeper but more mellow.

"Tried to get to Palishuck, but the roads have gotten more perilous."

"Is that a pun? You know invoking the name of the castle isn't smart. I hear it's been stirrin' lately." 

"It's not the castle I'm worried about. They say a cult or some bandit group has been attackin' tradesmen goin' to Ironspur up north. Big bounties on the men that done the deed. Dwarves and their friends always pay well..." 

That piqued Amal's interest. Gold always did. However, the earlier comment was certainly ominous as well. What castle? Had it been the same one they had escaped from the bowels of a week before? The thief turned his attention back to Charynrae and the waitress, hoping nothing had gone amiss. The drow woman was smart, but he did not know how much surface etiquette she was privy to.