The question had caught him off guard, but he played it off fairly well.<em>Quick, halfling deities, Yondalla, that won't work, aha what about...</em>He smiled again, and with ever so much pride announced himself as<strong>"Cyrrol, my many apologies. I seem to have forgotten myself."</strong>He tittered a bit at his own play on words, or perhaps he was just drunk enough to find it funny to forget one's own name. Or to introduce oneself. Varliss made mental note of this guise's new name, which was easy enough. Cyrrolalee was one of the halfling deities of trust, he made sure to know all the deities associated with trust so he could steer clear of their followers. It also helped one such as he, less quick-witted than others but more knowledgeable, come up with convincing lies on the fly.<strong>"Shall I pick you up here, or would you prefer to meet at another locale?"</strong>His manner of dress didn't denote any wealth or power, but looks could be deceiving. Above all things he was trying to look like a young man of noteworthy appearance, and unremarkable otherwise. The face was all he had to get right tomorrow, the rest could be duplicated almost seamlessly. He hoped the veils would hold.<br/><br/>Her answer received, he would return to his seat at the bar after a pleasant goodbye, and take up drinking again as a hobby.