(Do you people live in California or something?)<br/><br/>Demosthenes forced a pleasant smile at the barkeep, considering the prospect of being a miner.  He enjoyed climbing, and he enjoyed swinging a pick...  but to while away his time in a cave?  No.  The borderlander liked the warmth of the sun on his flesh.  There was absolutely no way that he could tolerate being within the bosom of the earth, chipping at rock to make enough coppers to round up a drink.<br/><br/>"A warder, eh?"  He considered this, but then shook his head.   "I am beholden to inform you that I in no way possess the responsibility to look after a respectable human being."  Again, he forced a smile.  But then, he noticed the entrants, and stood upright.  He sized them up, for no other reason than they seemed to size him up.  He grinned, and turned to look at the barkeep.  Then he looked at the rest of the inn's patrons.  It was not difficult to deduce that these three were not locals.<br/><br/>He believed that he somehow recognized the brawny fellow from somewhere.  Court?  The two women, who were something to behold in of themselves, appeared to him to be fascinating, but if Demosthenes was good at anything, it was keeping his tongue within his tongue off the floor and his chin dry.  But something struck him about one of them.<br/><br/>"Greetings and tidings from the Borderlands," he said cheerfully to the new group as they approached the bar, making way for them.   "I am a simple beggar hoping that you'd spare a couple pewter coins so that I might spend my time drinking my sorrows and visiting spirits.  What do you say?"