(OOC: Why would I get my own plate, when the barmaid's getting it for me; wouldn't want to put the girl out of a job, now would I? ;) )<br/><br/>Drake also notices the Elf's covering her pouch with a raised eyebrow, but doesn't comment just yet.  "Heh.  The hair gave it away, right?  The hair always gives it away.  But you are correct, dear lady; Drake D'Argent, adventurer extraordinare, at your service."  He gives a sort of half-bow, the grin never leaving his face.  "And who might I have the great pleasure of addressing?  Unless I miss my guess, you're not from around here, either."<br/><br/>He glances over towards the halfling.  "Same for you, little lovely.  Quite a coincidence that three adventurers all wind up here at the same time, eh?"