Chieko
*Tieres smiled and leaned back, letting go of Ptarms hand. As he did more candlelight shone back on his face revealing it, he had a sharp jaw, and the eye on the left side of his face was a bright amber that shone brilliantly with childlike mischief, despite the scar on his face, both his demeanor and his complexion betrayed his youth* 

"**You got a name stranger? I can deal without names of course, I understand how it goes, never know who's listening and all**"

*Tieres chugged the remains of his drink, he sat there blanking as if he had to process the alcohol , then made eye contact with Ptarm again* 

"**You like rum? I could buy you a drink if you'd like to discuss... Available services**"
Mary
*Shaking his head his shoulder long black hair loosely swaying.*
**"I don't drink alcohol, I've had to heal far too many injuries caused by the stuff. Besides, I can't heal poison"**
*He withdrew his hands into his pockets and leaned back in his chair.*
**"But I can talk business without."**
*He paused briefly, considering Tiers first question.*
**"The name's Ptarm. What's your's?"**
Chieko
*Tieres gave a small giggle, snapping twice at the bartender. As they arrived, he gave them his cup and a nod, they left to the bar, and instantly bought back a full mug of a dark brown liquid* 

"**Suit yourself stranger**" 

*Tieres took a contemplative sip, he leaned back to try and get a look at the room, seeing if anybody was watching them, still untrusting of Ptarm* 

"**First you're gonna tell me what you do for a living, then I decide whether or not this conversation ends, and maybe, if I like you, I'll give you my name. You seem a little soft compared to most in this bar truth be told**"
Mary
**"My job..."** 
*Ptarm murmured thinking about it. His voice remained neutral but it was pretty clear he wasn't enjoying Tieres' aggressiveness.* 
**"I suppose I usually do search and rescue or escorting. I'm good at getting people out of trouble, sometimes a fight or two will happen along the way. If you're looking more for a description of abilities, combat medic will work."**
*He shrugged,*
**"Soft? I suppose you could say that. But at some level all healers care at least a little."**
*He took a sip of this water as he listened to the response.*