Tavern

Blodwulf Ravenhill gets out of seat and walks toward Ned while extending his hand. "I'm Blodwulf Ravenhill. Used to be a gate guard here in Volaire. That was years ago, though." He says while eyeing the faerie. "Friend of yours?"

The fisherman takes Elogost's hand and gives him a firm handshake. "Pleasure ta' meet ya'." Ned glances over at the Faerie as she passes through the tavern doors. "She's a bit of an odd one. First I've ever seen her. Helped me carry my haul up today though."

"I don't have too much experience with fairies but... I've heard some are pretty volatile, but good to have in a fight" he says. "I'm not one for magic or rituals myself but I don't judge" casting a glance at the tavern doors.

Ned chuckles and takes a sip of his ale. "I would say, if yer lookin' fer someone to help in a fight, she may be useful. Spitfire that one. Ne'er got her name, I don' think. Memory ain't like it used ta be." He gestures towards the doors with his mug. "Why not have a chat with 'er? See if she can help ya. She's pretty helpful."

"She'll be back once she gets hungry again. I also heard they have ferocious appetites." He chuckles while taking a long draw from his mug. "Been on the road much, Ned?"

He shakes his head and laughs. "Ah no. That life's not fer me. I'm just a fisherman. Father was a fisherman and his father before him. I do keep the Lady of the tavern stocked full of fresh fish when I can." He nods to Elogost. "And you boy? Been on the road long?"