Thomas pushes the chair to the wall and makes sure his sword is free and loose in case of trouble, he sits down. Placing his mug of ale on the table he scans the room to see what if anything is going on. His eyes linger a bit on the lass that was talking to the warrior earlier.
"So who is the lass?"
*Egwene gives the two warriors a scoffing glance and with fire in her eyes retorts,*
How typical, you get a couple of ales under your belt and start running off at the mouth. But let one of ye need a bit of healing or need help taming the wild beasts you'll be glad to have me around.
Well with a face like that I can understand why the beasts like ya. Have a seat and lets see if anything exciting happens this fine night. Me name is Thomas.
OOC: We have two warriors and a mage. How many does the GM want in this party?