Nathan had noticed the two newcomers enter the bar, but paid not much attention to them. He sat at the bar, taking large swigs of liquor straight from the bottle. Nathan had lots of values on him, though no gold coins. He had small gems and rare materials with him from his days as a miner, having them on hand because he knew that the world outside of his mine shack valued currency. He hoped that this would suffice, and he paid for his drinks with some of the lesser, tinier gems he held on hand. He said nothing as he simply placed small little rubies and other crystal shards on the counter, where the barkeep would take them and replace them with a bottle of alcohol rather than a cup. His alcohol limit seemed to be never ending.<br/><br/>A sigh left his lips. Less than...who knows how long...since he left Byr, and he has barely managed to see anything fun or exciting. He turned in his seat and looked to his shovel laying against the counter beside him. He looked at everyone within the bar and then looked to an artifact he pulled out of his pocket. A small golden totem. He had found it lying on the road on his travels...and it has brought him nothing but good luck, except for when it came to excitement.