Gwen raises her mug in answer: "Yes, my good man! Thankfully you understand me! Lets drink for that!" She addresses Alana: "My name, Gwen? Well, I like it very much! It is an adaptation from gaelic cultures."
"You see, there is not much research on that subject. Perhaps they never existed. Or is stuff of legends." "They have magnificent stories about warriors and druids. I think they are one from many human tribes that came before us all. Some are still out there, some vanished from history, some joined forces with others to expand territories." "I have a feeling I may be descendent from them. But they must be very far away from here for us to know more. Maybe one day, we set ourselves to adventure beyond this Town and know more about tales from distant lands!"
Hunter walks into the tavern feeling somewhat renewed but ready for a drink. He blurts out to himself, "If it were not for that damned robed man I would not be here again… " he looks around has a seat and breathes a sigh.
Hunter is surprised by the man's declaration. "Closest competition? I did not know we were competing, competing in what?" Hunter puts a puzzled face and drinks some ale while watching the man's obvious scars from fighting.
Hunter looks up and down at the man and laughs, "Oh so you've been spying on me have you?" Hunter takes the last of his ale and puts the mug down on the table fairly hard. He gets up and says, "I need to get back to this competition that you have been speaking about so I can't chat for long". He makes a wave of his hand and leaves the tavern winking at the wenches on the way out.