Bariston finishes off his mug, then waves over the bar wench for a refill, making sure to have a few coins ready so she might not be so afraid of him. He looks back at Miriam and smiles, "Mostly passing by to get out of the weather." He says, glancing towards the windows before looking back at her. "And perhaps to find some form of work. Coins can only go so far before you need more." He chuckles, he then blinks and tilts his head in thought, then straightens again to look at her, "By the way, I don't think I got your name, miss. I'm Bariston." He says to her, offering out a friendly hand, the still fleshy one.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>