The moment they sat down, almost as soon as their backsides touched the chairs, the dwarf was already there with drinks for all of them.
Even Trafalgar looked at him for a second.
The old man set everything down one by one without saying much. Beer, water, beer, water. It was obvious he had not known what to bring them and had decided that this was safer than asking too many questions.
Then he stepped away again.
The table fell quiet.
Vivienne sat near Dravok without hesitation. Rhosyn took her seat beside Trafalgar, saying nothing for now. Caelvyrn leaned back with the same easy air as before, though the look in his eyes had changed. Trafalgar sat facing the man with scars.
Now that he was closer, he could see him properly.
