Olin Scott

"Olin, a pleasure"He said with a slightly distanced smile. It had been a while since he had spent any time among groups of people, and the green-skinned woman's cheerful shout made his ears ring.

That and the fact that the two already drinking seemed fit to empty the company's stock of Drink on their first day didn't hurt either.

He smiled at the young lass and ordered a drink as well, paying her with ancient, if still good money from a pouch at his belt.
Little scamp even bit at the metal to make sure it was good. He thought idly.

Still, she didn't spill a drop,and his mug came foaming and full to the brim. He gave her another smile. Beneath the cheap tables they had seated themselves at he gestured, and the spirit sitting above the brewmaster's Tap sat up drunkenly, its own tiny mug overflowing with Ale. It yawned and banged its mug on the Keg in understanding. The brewmaster and his Get were alright, and worthy of his blessings.

"Spirits bless ya Girl and good fortune on you and yours, now make sure I get another when I'm empty"He paid her for the second glass in advance, and leaned back in his chair, observing the other patrons idly as he drank his first round of alcohol in quite a while....