<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/24/Maximus.jpg)</div>Cail moves his sword aside to allow the mercenary to join them at the table. The one away from the main traffic of the taproom. Clear lines of sight all around. And not in the dark corner that draws every adventurer and wayward eye.<br/><br/>"Well met, 'Loke." He passes the bottle on the table. "Have some of the fire ere we seek the chill."