Athos looked around and spotted the large golden dragonborn he had talked too a few days. He was one of the few scholarly people in the inn outside of the young human Julia who never seemed to have time for conversation. Like most nights, the table was filling up around the odd fellow, as it was the best table in the house and it wasn't every day people got to chat with a dragonborn. So Athos figured it was a good time to claim a seat and gestured toward the table. "The table by the hearth with the Dragonish fellow ..." He added a few seconds later, "...please."
His manners were still a little rusty from his random bouts of isolation.
His manners were still a little rusty from his random bouts of isolation.
