Nathaniel drew a court smile of his own when the comely cleric and halfling welcomed his sudden invitation and walked with him up, each step they took away from the doors consequently drew the two away from the crowd's attention. An easy enough deed to save a couple of folks humiliation. He was mindful not to walk too close of the halfling girl as his travels had his thoughts convey short people possess ill-tempers when reminded of their height in comparison to the rest of the world. Or were those dwarves? No matter, the need for being a generous host was already there. Besides, the halfling looked nice enough..even though she smelled of hot, moldy orc sex, something he wished to unsee from his mind. Must have been some tough adventure they've been from.<br/><br/>"Here we--" he paused for soon as he and his lady companions reached a free corner table, he failed to noticed more short beings pop out of seemingly nowhere accompanied by a rather handsome drow lady. It was curious how goblins acted with some level of courtesy compared to the lackwit ones he had encountered before. They are definitely out of their fiendish nature, that's for sure. Perhaps it was something to do with their "Gottdess-lady" which he assumed to be the drow, unless one of the goblins were actually a woman that the other two serve.<br/><br/>"Erm..yes of course. It will be our pleasure to have you accompany us." Nathaniel smiled a court smile, not even bothering to ask whether his two old-new acquaintances preferred no other company besides himself. "Please, sit. Sit!" After being accompanied by ill-smelling pigs, it was by great divine blessing that he was playing host to three ladies, a pair of goblins, and..some other fellow he have yet to see - perhaps some imaginary being the dull goblins fashioned in their heads. With obvious enthusiasm, he gestured for the three to sit, making sure to have a place in between the halfling girl and the drow. The cleric lady was a looker, but he wasn't one for having his ear drop down the side of his head from being talked about the greatness of who or whatever god she worshiped.<br/><br/>"So..how are-- Oh where are my manners?" he corrected himself, standing up to bow and remove his fancy hat towards his odd bunch of acquaintances. "The name's Nathaniel Joshua Languorwine. I'll have you not call me 'sir' or any of that nonsense, no! Just Nathaniel, please." He announced himself so well trained after having done so wherever he goes; a soft smile and gleaming eyes decorated his face as he sat back down.