This day has definitely earned a couple of drinks. No, seriously. After being chased by bears all through the Hinterlands and having bear blood thrown on him by those stupid bear lovers -- maybe the bears'll eat them and save everyone some trouble -- he really, really needs it. After this last drink, he's going to head out, run back to that little shanty by the lake and hole up there until everyone just goes awa-

The voice brings his head around, mildly wary at first. And then he sees what she's wearing, the specific style and everything that immediately tells him what she is.

His first thought is that this is definitely an oh shit moment. Thank the Maker he can, sort of, keep his thoughts off his face. Maybe he can play this Game well enough to escape in about five minutes and avoid anything that might out him.

For now, he just nods his head at one of the empty chairs. "Of course." Because why not? The Maker sure does hate him today. "Who's asking?"