Fistar
The wood elf scanned the tavern from the table and was about to get up to see about paying, or even skipping out on the tab and letting these fine people here pay. Its the least that they could do for him. After all did he not help find the Inn and table for them. He then saw the dark elf approach them, Fistar jumped up out of his chair, almost knocking it over backwards.
"Kelzir, my man why don't you take a seat right here, I'm glad you finally decide to join us. " Fistar looked eagerily at him for a moment. "These two here," he looked at the wild elf and half elf paladin. ".. aren't that talkative. I'm not entirely sure why.. it seems that I'm always doing all the talking. " and without seeming to take a breath he launched into a question, "Hey, what brought you up to the surface anyways, got tired of being a slave? Yes?" Fistar then proceded to set his chair right again.