<em>Conner O'Fearghail</em><br/><br/>Conner looked up when the girl approached his table and spoke up. She had apparently been eavesdropping on his conversation. She had also apparently been paying attention to his order of choice. She was young - certainly younger then the tavern wench - but beyond that he couldn't really tell anything about her. Well, other then the fact that she probably had some secrets. People didn't come to Tetrarch unless they had to. Which meant she'd probably killed some one, stolen something, or a whole number of other crimes. He'd have to be wary in here, he realized. This town was like no other.<br/><br/>The movement of a man dressed in black distracted him momentarily. Clearly a man with something to hide, though slithering along the wall in a tavern would draw notice easily to ones self. Conner quickly pushed the man out of mind and turned back to the girl.<br/><br/>"Watered ale is not a bad thing when you plan on drinking a lot of it and don't want to deal with its consequences in the morning." He responds, sitting back in the booth. "And I am no stranger to death."