[IC] Into Barovia

[Sumayl al-Akhir]

[OoC:  The woefully depressed Barovians manage to grow just enough food to get by and can make their own wine.  None are interested in spending time on a Saturday night to take the fam out for a bite to eat.  The rare few visitors who are allowed to pass through aren't sticking around to eat.  They just grab something to drink to dull their misery then get the hell out of town. There are much less oppressive places to eat in the next region. You just came from one.  And frankly,  Barovians don't trust strangers so they have no interest in hospitality. ]

The barkeep pours you a pitcher and places 5 glasses on the table.

"Thank you sir"

Sumayl takes the glasses to the table then returns for the pitcher..

While the others take their glasses he drapes his shield on the back of the chair, and his pack on the floor, then eases himself into the chair.

He nods at the otrher figure at the table, "Greetings, I am Sumayl al-Akhir."