“Do you want some?” You say. He nods eagerly, and you pass the skin, which he takes quaffs from thirstily.
“Thank you,” he says, passing it back, “I’m Ralof”.
“Your welcome,” you say in response.
He relaxes back and rests his arm on the cart’s side. “Tell me, why are you going to join the Dragon’s Bane?”
“Oh, I er, I need to speak to them,” you say not wanting to explain your true purpose, “I don’t know I’m for joining. We’ll see. I don’t know that much about them”. You pause, “how about you?”
He raises an eyebrow, smiles and takes out a pipe, which he lights with a small series of puffs. “I met them once in a bar”, he says. The pipe catches alight and he places it in his mouth. I’m a bard by trade, a humble storyteller for some tossed coin, and I’ve chronicled their entire story”. The cart bumps along for a few seconds.
“Well, it is a long journey,” you eventually volunteer, “Pray, tell me the tale”.
He smiles with the pipe in his mouth and sits up excitedly.
“Great!” he said, “Now, to start – you know who the Dragon’s Bane is, right?”