"I am not as much a drinker as the Drunken Hero, or many of his other worshipers. It was my da' that kept his holy symbol around his neck as a good luck charm, and when he passed, I took it on myself. However, I do appreciate a drink; wine, mead, and I've had a dwarven ale with the priests at the temple once or twice," he smiled at Onyx lightly, for the first time; but he hadn't heard her say she was a worshiper of Cayden as well, and so, the little wisp of a smile was all he gave.<br/><br/>"Also, it isn't shyness, it's practicality, I know my limits. I'd rather not you expect something I canna' deliver. However, when I put my mind to it, and focus,  my arrows will likely be as deadly as your blade, and with the right focus, definitely more precise," he bowed his head politely to Onyx. His tone was a bit condescending, but still sweet, and his accent, while more clearly common, and definitely not without elven hints, sounded a bit like hers in a way. Onyx might notice the way his eyes and body language lured her in, eased any insult his words and tone might inflict.<br/>