Mero finishes his work, bundles his equipment away into a roll of cloth and tucks it into his bag.
He approaches the barkeep, asking for a drink and a word. "I have recently returned from the fighting on the borderlands, where a great knight, my friend and mentor, fell in mortal combat. I should like to return a token of his to the resting place of his sires, but with Thuul's temple closed I have no access to the crypts. Perhaps you have a friend who knows a means of ingress." He presses his payment, with a generous tip, onto the bar.
Mero speaks to the bartender in Gothic. Mero hopes the bartender will be favorably inclined to a worshiper of Thuul, speaking in the tongue of men.
the Fighter (M 9", AC 2/4, hp 7/7, FC Man+1, L) plate+helm, spear+shield[/f]
Just don't panic because your life is in the hands of someone named Dopey