<span class="bbc_u"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Leigh Mac Lochlainn</span></strong></span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/M6Lf9xW.jpg)</div><br/>Leigh seemed vaguely distracted as he looked across the myriad individuals accumulated in the tavern. Though he was clearly scanning the room, it was more like he was staring off into thin air, thinking about something.<br/><br/>The train of thought was interrupted as a voice spoke up and, over the din of the voices in the tavern, it was clear that it was directed at him. The youth's gaze turned to the side... And then up. Well, he was a tall fellow. At least compared to Leigh. His voice sounded hoarse, as if he were ill, on top of that.<br/><br/>Leigh donned a cordial grin of his own. "Well met to you, as well. For your own sake, I'll decline the offer of having you buy my drinks, though I'll accept the company. Ought to be careful about offering a Juanpan that courtesy, y'know. We'll drain you out of hearth and home." A good-natured snicker slipped from his mouth.<br/><br/>His examination of the tavern hadn't been entirely distracted, fortunately. He had still noticed the loud, rollicking table that had quickly emptied out as several of the patrons sitting at it went on their way. Leigh knew better than to let a spot sit in a crowded sailor's haunt like this. Departing from his spot with a lazy beckoning gesture to the tall fellow with the rough voice, he wound his way through the tavern towards the table, pulling his hat off and tucking it under his arm as he went. Didn't hurt to have manners, and everybody with a healthy helping of superstition knew it was bad luck to wear a cap indoors.<br/><br/>"Pardon, miss, I hope you don't mind if we sit here!" Leigh offered a small wave of greeting and another friendly grin to the woman whose drinking companions had just departed. Even as he spoke, he moved to take a chair. His right hand lightly pressed against his side as he settled into it, as if nursing a wound or something of the sort. He seemed well enough, however, as he sat there, continue to look cheerful. "You look like you've got a bit of a head start on us." Leigh observed the woman's condition with a hint of mirth.<br/><br/>Now that he had made sure not to let the opportunity to take a seat slip by, he felt more comfortable calling upon proper manners, both for the woman and the fellow that had approached him. "I'm Leigh Mac Lochlainn, by the way. From the town of Ulskar, in Juanpa."