The Town Tavern Chat
Jonathon enters the tavern, smile on his face considers all those there and realizes there are actually quite a few new faces of those much like him.
He would take a seat at the same table as one drinking some ale, ordering one himself. If memory serves, the one before him went by the name Noukril and Jonathon says, "Greetings. Here recovering from patrol as well, perhaps a bear also maul you by chance?"