Daric let out a sigh as you talked, grunting in annoyance of the reality they've found themselves in "I miss the good old days, I mean we're not that old but you know what I mean"<br/><br/>Daric chuckled at the thought of the blacksmith offering the innkeeper a drink but takes it without complaining "I'm always sober, gonna take more than a bottle of cider to knock this horse down" chugging half the glass in one gulp, keeping the other half to savor incase you refuse to refill it "anyways who'd you mean by she? it's been quite sometime for us to meet and only thing you told me is that it's an important matter about..." he looked around to make sure there's no one around and the door was shut "Myraz...." just by saying his name Daric's face twisted in disgust but tried to control himself