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Standing up. The dark haired man walks over to the bar and sits down next to the two women. "I suspect we may be here for the same reason good lady's. although I do not know what that is."
He smiles slightly and proffers a hand.
"The name is Draven, my full name is much longer but everybody just calls me Draven so that's what you can call me."

Tanitha sighs and gives up trying to make a point with the barkeep as she is interrupted again. Then, remembering who she is, she turns with a smile and a very short nod of her head, and introduces herself with a characteristic aristocratic drawl she is hardly aware she has, "I am Tanitha. Tanitha Ti'Atha-Par'Kellan-Dru. At your..." she pauses, "...yes. Well." She looks Draven over for a moment. "You may address me as Tanitha."

Very well Tanitha. it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. ( he waits a while) So what brought you to this far flung tavern?

Tanitha chuckles. "Boredom mostly. Do you have any idea how tedious it can be to sit about a manor house? The fox hunts. The round of parties. The never ending line of suitors trying to part one from their virginity. Are you one of those? Because I tell you right now. You won't."

"I grow offended at the notion" He chuckles. "No I don't think I would try my luck with such a fiery woman such as yourself, I would probably end up dead. And honestly I would rather be drunk."

The wizard, upon finishing the last of his skimpy meal, then arises and walks over to the knight and the woman.
"pardon me but do you mind if I join you, your conversation appears to have an air of friendliness and wit that sadly this tavern is lacking, The names Hemmit, Hemmit Proudarc"

" It's never great , but it is fine, thank you miss.."
The barman replies dryly, he sighs, then reclines onto a small stool and leans his back against the wall and half- closes his eyes..

Good to meet you sir, I am Draven Vladimir Von Wolfgang the third but you can call me Draven, and this lovely lady here is Tanitha.

Tanitha nods with a cool detached air. "Pleased. I'm sure." Her tone on voice, however, leaves the question of her sincerity rather ambiguous.

The cloaked figure says nothing, but asks the barkeeper again, this time a bit more politely "Pardon me, but I believe I requested an ale?"