<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Eyran's mild gaze rested upon the shiny-helmeted solider before him with a touch of curiosity; "Indeed, good sir?" he inquired, crossing his arms over his chest and accessing the man impassively.<br/><br/>The crowd behind Eyran had largely died down, the men and women who had been so aggressive only moments before were happily back on their stools and sipping their god-awful drinks. Eyran was glad for the peace, his mind was troubled with the stranger's implications, how much did he know?<br/><br/>"Perhaps you would care to enlighten me over a mug of this tavern's finest..." He swallowed and cast a glance over this shoulder at the barman "...ale" he finished somewhat reluctantly.</span>