The inside of the tavern is surprisingly airy, with a tall ceiling and balconies around. Hian leads them over to a table opposite the door, which has an older man sitting at it. He looks them up and down with an alert, amused expression. "Davo, this is Inric, who wants to know what happened with the wizard tribes before the war," Hian says. "Inric, this is Davo, an old family friend. He fought in the war and remembers the years before much better than I do. Keep his mug full and he'll be happy to talk." "Leaving us already, lass?" Davo asks as Inric sits down. "I have something I need to take care of." She turns to leave, Nikhil beside her. "Well, don't be so long away next time," Davo says. "And bring your brother! I always liked Diran." He grins and raises his mug. "You did a good job with him, even if he did wind up in trouble with the old reeve!" "Come on, Nikhil," Hian says. Inric watches her leave, clearly awkward with something that has been said. Not that it is any of his business.