Lon smiled back at her, and nodded his amazement as well, before chuckling at her sudden embarrassment, suddenly finding himself quite endeared to the petite blonde that seemed to have so much trouble fitting in.<em>Oh, what the hell,</em>he thought, and rose smoothly from his chair in one fluid motion, mug of ale in one hand, a backpack appearing in the other from somewhere beneath the table. It was dark leather, well made, sturdy, stuffed, and a quiver hung from one side, full of arrows and the hints of a short unstrung bow. Interestingly enough, the wood of the quiver was traced from top to bottom with leafy vines of green, and the bow inside looked to be made with matching wood and pattern. He stepped lightly towards her, managing to somehow without looking to turn gracefully and step suddenly on the seat of an empty chair, neatly avoiding the bar wench and platter of food that had almost collided with him. His forward momentum was barely slowed as he continued behind her, off of the chair and around the table of wagoneers, to stop a short distance away. He raised his mug again in greeting, and raised one eyebrow with a smile of shared amusement.<br/><br/>"Well met," he said in a low quiet voice, smooth like honey with a hint of chocolate and spice. "My name's Lon. May I join you? I find whispering about people works much better when it's not across a noisy room." His smile grew as his eyes flickered, just for a second, towards the tall man, now seated with a companion, and he raised his eyebrows as he gestured towards the empty chair next to her.