"My my..." Olaf said, shaking his head.  "Seems like you've got quite a past.  I might like to hear about it, when we're someplace a bit more private.  But I've never met a woman I couldn't handle, so I'll be proud to test my mettle against yours!" he finished, boasting.<br/><br/>"It's true," Eric commented, taking another drink.  "I've never seen anyone who could outlast him.  I've even heard he's not allowed in the brothels of Lokenval any more.  Isn't that right," he asked with a grin, leaning back in his chair.  Now that Silva could see him a bit more, she realized he wasn't as muscular as Olaf, instead much more lean, almost graceful, though he was clad in mostly the same clothes.  She also noticed a pair of swords attached to his belt, much swifter weapons than the large battle-axe Olaf had sitting next to his chair.<br/><br/>"Bah, those whores don't know what they're missing," Olaf laughed.  "Anyway, miss... I'm sorry, I don't believe I caught your name earlier," he said, thinking for a moment.  "If you're looking for work, I hear there's another tavern in town, the Broken Talisman, that usually has a few odd jobs for adventurer types like yourself.  As for what brings us here, we were both passing through and decided to have a few drinks before we headed off again.  There's an old abandoned mine that supposedly has some metal in it still, and I'm headed there to clear out whatever beasties made it their home."<br/><br/>"Unfortunately, all I"m up to is delivering messages," Eric said, shrugging.  "There's some rumors of border disputes, and our high shaman wanted a message sent to the king.  I'm just on my way back with the king's response, and unfortunately, that means I can't stay much longer than I have to.  Enough time for a meal, then I must be leaving."