<strong>"Valen."</strong>He smiled to the owl-feathered tengu, thinking about the matter a bit as he considered his options. The Pathfinders might have work to do, but he was not quite sure what they would think of a stranger walking in like that. Well, it would probably not hurt to try, and he did need money to come from somewhere.<br/><br/><strong>"First, I'll appreciate the fine drink before me though, it'd be a crime against hops if I let it sit alone and warm."</strong>Smiling, he took a drink from the flagon set before him, nodding his gratitude to the bartender. Sipping down from the flagon slowly, he savored the taste, because he knew he would not be able to drink for a while after he started working. He needed to keep his mind sharp and keen, and two flagons of ale was the most he would take.<br/><br/>'Drinking and casting' was always a bad idea, but so was 'drinking and questing' in general. A little suited him just fine, but he was not one to follow the drunken hero's path that much. Magic required him to keep his mind sharp, though taking a little drink sometimes to relax seemed all fine and well, as long as he did not let it affect his judgement too much. The tale about Cayden Cailean's son kept coming to his mind though, even as he kept sipping down the ale.<br/><br/>When he set the flagon down he took a breath and sighed, smiling over at the man besides him, bowing his head respectfully.<strong>"You have been most kind to me and I'll see if I can return the favor someday, if fortune favors me along the way."</strong>He smiled at the thought, preparing to head on out. Finding the Pathfinders seemed like a good idea for now at least. Of course, he would need to see whether or not their Taskmaster would be willing to talk to him.<br/><br/><strong>"I think I'll head on to find the said Taskmaster though, and ask her then. Afterall, best not leave till tomorrow that which I can still do today."</strong>