Erik's warm smile was reflected in his sky-blue eyes.
"No apologies. I remember I took a long time to find my voice. My uncle helped me there I suppose. And, please, take this as payment for the map. I am much obliged."
Erik placed a gold piece on her table and began to walk in the direction of the Rusty Dragon, map in hand. But then a thought hit him. He turned back towards Victaria, his golden locks gleaming in the morning light.
"Feel free to join me if you find the time or inclination. The drinks will be on me."
Erik resumed his stroll to the Rusty Dragon.
So, a tale for a drink...
When the cards are down and some wild-eyed, green-skinned gamorrean grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the duracrete wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jak Starwind always says at a time like that: 'Have ya paid your dues, Jak?' 'Yessir, the credchip is in the mail.'