"And that is the curse I seem to bare. Trouble likes to follow those that try to avoid it, it seems."<br/><br/>Raphael eyed the mage and the assasin as they got to there feet. He then emptied his tankard of mead in a single swig. He placed a single gold piece on the counter.<br/><br/>"You may call me Raphael," he said to the lovely woman beside him. "What, pray tell, is your name?"