"No, thank you. I don't like to have more than one drink per morning." Maxim said to the barmaid, politely waving her off.<br/><br/>"I'm a sword-for-hire, and I find myself strapped of cash. I'd heard stories about the raiding that went on up here, and figured I might be able to squeeze something out of the locals, if I impress them enough. Who knows - if I can get a good enough contract, I might hang around and continue to peddle my services to the fine people of this village." He said, turning to the priest and raising his voice slightly, enunciating clearly so that his words carried through the interior of the room. Shrugging off the dirty, blood-spattered coat he wore, Maxim displayed the fine cut of his outfit to the locals, as he absently placed a hand on the hilt of his sabre, cocking the scabbard at a rakish angle. He hoped the effect would not be lost on the simple folk that surrounded them.<br/><br/>"Is that the only reason, the spreading of religion?" He casually asked, regarding the priest with his cool, grey eyes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>