[@Theyra][@PrinceAlexus]

[color=00a651][u][h2]Valgo[/h2][/u][/COLOR][hr][COLOR=#C0C0C0]Tavern[/COLOR]
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Upon the barrage of attention the barbarian suddenly got from the serpentine barmaid, Valgo offered in reply  a forced smile accompanied by a mixture of head shakes and nods. He felt he understood most of what she said and that he applied the appropriate gesture at the right time. It didn't look like she was run[i]inn[/i] to him but then again she [i]was[/i] different. Sometimes even when he did understand all of what these town folk were saying they would go and say something they didn't really mean. It was just another of the many confusing things about them. He just gave a slight shrug and the softest laugh as he focused back on the man at the table. 

[color=00a651]"Aye, Desmond Wahden. Dat's what said I. Desmond the traitor."[/color]
He grin widely, his attempt to look friendly coming off a little scary as he took a seat and sat with the man, slapping a meaty fist down onto the wooden table.
[color=00a651]"Yer, I give you coins, you get my things from other towns where you traitor too."[/color] He made a little walking motion with his fingers, seemingly portraying Desmond walking to another town. 

[color=00a651]"The big town, I hear it has everything and you can get hold of everything. Yer?"[/color]
He sits back and eyes the man before him, eagerly paying close attention as he taps a finger on the table while waiting for a reply. 

[color=00a651]"Oh, I have your coins."[/color] He suddenly adds as if just remembering and reaches into a satchel around his waist. There's a clattering as he drops a handful of trinkets onto the table. His coin pouch a bit of an everything pouch. 
Flint, stones, bones, some iron and sure enough, some coins scatter out before them.