"Oh, good. Enough shady characters here as it is!" Miriam replied with a laugh, half-sarcastically. Half, because after all, she -did- rely on shady characters for her business. She knew where he was coming from, though, since not everyone welcomed the Forsaken. It was often easier to go around with a more living disguise. She took a moment to appraise him herself as his hood came off, taking note that he seemed new not just to the tavern itself, but perhaps undeath. He seemed to have a strong face, though, and the shift of metal indicated he was a fighter of some kind.<br/><br/><i>"What about you, miss? Do you frequent the area yourself?" </i><br/><br/>"Well, the area, yes. Here.." She looked around the tavern, leaning back on her chair as she reached out to accept the cherry grog from the barmaid. "Thank you." Picking up the mug of cherry grog, she took a quick swig from it, then placed it on the table as she looked back to her new friend. "This place, not so much. It's my first time today, though I've been here a bit....and I think it might be your skeletal hand and your hood that scared off the girl. She didn't seem as uncomfortable with myself." She mused, still gazing over her companion, starting to ponder about his traits. "I'm curious, is there a story behind your patch?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>