Kabru eyes the stranger up and down, a friendly smile directed their way.

They had stumbled into the tavern his party was relaxing at, looking lost. It's as if they'd never been in a bar before... Kabru would know this type of cluelessness anywhere.

He offers a hand to shake. "I'm Kabru. My party is over there-" He shoves a thumb in the direction of a big table in the corner.

Let them ask for help themself, Kabru chides himself mentally, his warm smile staying plastered on. Or else they'll get offended and walk away... Nobles are always like this.