Noon's laugh is a low rumble, smile twisting the scars on his face under his beard. "Tends be a more interesting way to pass the time then drinking alone. I've had enough of that for one night."

Meek folk take patience and it's nice to have someone upfront, for better or worse. The bar maid comes back with the first round. Noon lifts his own tankard to toast the woman across from him, "Name's Noon."