The man would chuckle a little, setting his first mug down. "What, Me?" He kicks his legs up on the table, his smirk returning to his face. "Well...me, myself and I tend to wander...most places that keep their doors slightly open. You tend to get the best results there...Like this tavern for instance." He laughs a little. "...In all seriousness, I'm a travelling trader...Now, I can kinda guess your trade, seeing how you entered this place and all..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>