Desmond Wathen
The Eye of the Beholder Inn
The Eye of the Beholder Inn
While Desmond would normally avoid the blightborn for now as he wanted to learn more about her later. It seems, he cannot for now and tried to be polite. "Hello, and well, Dawnhaven is my home now, I got a request to come here and help with trade and all. Though I am glad the blizzard is over with and I can come out now." Desmond sounded relieved and went about his business.
Desmond had just finished a chicken wing when the Valgo appeared before him. He took a moment to stare at the barbarian in front of him and understand what he was saying. His tongue sounded foreign, but not Aurelian, that is for sure, something else but familiar to him. But he could not place it, and when the Inn Keeper spoke in a similar tongue to the barbarian but much clearer. Desmond realized what tongue it was, a borderland language. He remembered hearing it while dealing with one friendly group of them years ago when his father was still alive. What does a borderlander want with me? Desmond thought curiously and tried not to stare at the man.
"It's Desmond Wathen and not Warren unless you have the wrong person." He hoped it was not a mistake to correct the man. "If you are looking for the merchant in charge of trade between here and the rest of Lunaris, then you have the right person. Which Desmond Wathen at your service." Desmond tried to put on a smile and not seem intimidated by the man.
Desmond took a sip from his cup and hoped this would not be a problem. "If you have the right person, then take a seat, and we can talk about whatever you came to me for. I almost thought I would be here alone tonight for a time, but it seems like I was mistaken." Desmond motioned to the empty seat in front of him. "Take a seat and what is your name by chance?"
Time to see if this will be a pleasant time or an unpleasant experience or a person he has to deal with on the regular. Desmond thought as he waited for a response from the man.
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