<div class="floatleft">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/d687/f/2017/189/2/1/warren01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfj75q.jpg)</div><strong>Location</strong>: August's table -----> Unoccupied table<br/><strong>Company</strong>: August Brightmoor ------> Alone<br/><strong>Attire</strong>: Loose Shirt, Brown trousers, Knee high Boots (partially muddy), Belt with pouches, Dark Green traveling cloak<br/><strong>Approachability:</strong>Open to Conversation/interaction. (Possible Wait staff: Chariss, Tristan, Amelia, Kira)<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>the Handshake was strong, and Warren respected a good handshake. "Good ta meet-cha, Master Brightmoor." Warren replied as he released the young Mage's hand, still thinking of him of someone of Noble birth. A hand coming up to stroke his mustache as he listened to August explain that he was a Sellsword with a mercenary troupe that was currently on break. Though the add-on about how no one has heard of them was amusing, and did get a chuckle out of the Gentleman before August. "Sad to say that I must count myself among those that have not heard of your troupe. Granted, I don't make it a habit of fraternizing with Sell-swords. Nothing against them, we all have to make a living. And while I'm pretty good at fixing things, and the like. I can't reforge Armor, nor Weapons. So I would wager I would make a pretty poor addition to any sell-sword troupe." Warren replied with good humor as he continued to fiddle with the small metal ring on his middle finger as August explained that his band wanders as well along with people that solved "Problems". The Wanderer simply nodding as he listened.<br/><br/>Warren would let the Mage eat in peace as he perused the Tavern some more to see whom all was in attendance. The Paladin that was suited up in armor when he arrived apparently took the time to shed most of it. Probably at the behest of the voluptuous barmaid she was currently talking with. The two seemed to be getting along rather swimmingly as the Dwarf returned to the table with the two clerics.<br/><br/>Warren's attention would be turned back to August as he explained that the book was full of Potions, and ingredients to make said potions. He also commented on how there was quite the variety of ingredients that were quite hard to come by either through rarity, or coin. "I see, I see. There is great virtue in being studious as there are a great many things one rather learn second hand as oppose to first in this world, Master Brightmoor. Yet, it can also be fool hardly to let life pass you by cause your nose was too far buried in a book. You only have one life. So take care to take time to ensure that you at least enjoy it." Warren  advise as he eased back against the back of his chair.<br/><br/>Warren would let August continue with his meal uninterrupted as another entered the Tavern. A rather saucy looking redhead that seemed to challenge men's ideas that Divinity was not found on Earth. Though he caught the slight glance to his table companion that seemed to elude to where her interests lay this day. "It would appear Master Brightmoor has a way of attracting attention." He mused to himself as he came to a decision and stood up. "I think I would do you best to not crowd your table, Master Brightmoor. As it would appear that there is company that you may deem far more pleasurable than I afoot.". Warren stated with a coy smile. Not wishing to hurt the Mage's chances should Elora decide to grace young master Brightmoor with her presence. "It was wonderful meeting you, and i do hope enjoy your time here. I do feel that if you play your cards right, you may leave out of here a changed man." Warren stated with a smile before moving to an unoccupied table.<br/><br/>Sitting down, Warren let out a sigh as his feet were rather worn from his long walk this morning. Adding to that the sight and smell of everyone else eating, and drinking was reminding him of his own thirst, and hunger.