[Honestly, Astralin can't help but pity those who were exhausted after carrying that sack of flour. Sure, it was heavy, but nothing too serious on his shoulders. Just the usual work back home -- well, it was his usual work until that whole war broke out. Still, it was a nice change of pace to be able to do something so familiar after a tragedy, and he's about to go and grab another sack, until he realizes that. Yes, he had a horrible way of being very casual when speaking about such matters. He realizes that he's quite flat when it comes to these sort of things, and he scratches his head almost sheepishly as the man speaks.

He wasn't wrong; there were a lot of things wrong at home. But it was just the fact of the matter. He's learned to live with it, but he understands that it may not be the case for everyone. So, when he mentions the tavern, he simply nods his head in agreement. Stomach starting to growl now that hunger was beginning to set in.]

... I do drink, but usually not within a stranger's company. However... I can make the exception for you, as I do not mind you.

[Always the awfully blunt one this one, but he takes a step forward so Mlynar can lead the way.]

I am more than happy to answer any questions as we walk.