"Most ale this far south leaves something to be desired. Now, if you brought me Dwarven ale? We might have to have words. Angry words." But he had not and thus, Zevran simply nodded for the man to join him if he so wished. Many from here and not seemed curious- more so now that he began walking about without the patch over his eye.

'An air of mystery and danger' Settimo said. Or. Something like that.

"Half of that they already knew. I simply teach them how to enjoy the art, rather than know it to make themselves mindless performers." It is a delicate balance, being skilled to be skilled and being skilled because one wishes to be skilled.