Gwyl would scan the man with his gaze from bottom to the top before meeting his eyes, he would make a pause there, he'd show him a half-grin and nod to his welcoming . Then the well-dressed man continued "What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?", Gwyl would simply tilt his head and narrow his eyes slightly before responding, "You're always welcoming outsiders like that?", his voice was clean and calm yet harsh sounding as he would not hesitate when he spoke those words, his face forming into a more hostile yet questioning one by every syllable, before continuing, "Those are personal affairs, and I just got off that -damned- boat. If you -really- want me to appreciate the fact you came up to me for a 'talk', as an -outsider-, just point me to the nearest tavern, my throat is dry and I need a drink."
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