[IC] Into Barovia

[Reion Hallowbrook]

Reion looks at Eloric with an affronted expression and points at his sour friend, "Hey! That …was not my fault. I told them there were nasty things in that crypt but they just charged right in." 

He straightened his leathers and nods to the adventurers that had strolled in bold as brass, "They look seasoned at least. Judging by that elf, I bet they're foreigners." He turned to point at Eloric again and hissed, "I'm gonna go talk to em. DO not be a sour puss if they come over to share our table."

With that said, Reion walked over to where the armored fellow was trying to get some of the weak wine this place had to offer.  Reion was honestly surprised this dingy little hole had that, considering every trade caravan between here and Forlorn knew to avoid this place. He set enough coin to buy at least three bottles of decent wine on the counter and added politely, "Two bottles please." He knew he wasn't going to get decent bottles, but hopefully it was enough coin for the innkeeper to be at least a little less grumpy. 

He looked up at the armored human. "Hello!" He extended a hand to the man. "My names Reion. You and your friends care to join me and my friend at our table." Then he added with a smile, "Maybe you and your friends can help me finish off that wine before my taciturn friend over there drinks both the bottles."