"Oh no, not at all, i was hoping that someone like you would sit next to me, a real man.What do you want to drink, i ask him as i had noticed him when i walked in. As im nearly 100 years old, ive perfected the art of walking into a room and memorising as much as i can in those first few seconds. This man was siting in the corner, eating stale bread.<br/><br/>Sipping my ale, I order him one as well, then some fresh bread.Several silvers are enough to pay for them and for a second round of drinks once  the first one is finished.<br/><br/>By the look of him,he;s a fighter, but not in my category, or Duncans. If he knows anything, i;ll have to wait until the second or third round of drinks.By then he;lll be drunk, boasting and talkative.<br/><br/>My sexy smile and pleasing figure never fails to get tongues to loosen.