The scent of alcohol is thick in the air, soon followed by the sounds of chatter, laughter, and tankards of ale being slammed down onto wooden tables. Varka surveys the scene, leaning back in his seat and grinning widely as he takes another big swig of wine.

"Ah, there's nothin' quite like a good drink after a hard day's work," he chortles, a slight flush already spreading across his face. He sets down the now-empty mug next to several others, then turns his gaze towards you. "What's got you looking all gloomy, huh?"