Raising his mug to his lips, Avhael Aldium took a chug of his ale. "Is this fresh?" He asked, looking towards the bartender.

"Yessir."

Avhael nodded. "I can taste it. Quite good."

"Thank ya, sir."

It was simply another workless day in Lion's Arch for Avhael, who found work when it passed by. As the night creeped up on the day, it seemed work wouldn't find him this day as it hadn't the past day.

He noticed an interesting-looking Sylvari woman sit next to him and shuffle, a bit confused as to what to do.

"Might you need help, miss?" Avhael asked.

The woman looked towards Avhael. "Yes, actually, help would be most appreciated! I, um, don't know how to order things. Or what there is to order."

He raised an eyebrow. "How do you not know how to order something?"

Somewhat embarassed now, the woman chuckled awkwardly. "I'm new to Tyria - I just came from the dream a few days ago."

It dawned on him after she spoke that that was a thing with Sylvari. He chuckled and nodded. "Oh, I understand. Well, I've got a menu here - I hope you know how to read. It's got all the drinks and food listed, and the prices. I'll buy you a drink, as a welcome to the world."

She smiled at him. "That sounds lovely! And yes, I'm not quite sure how I know, but I know how to read." She accepted the menu he passed to her and looked over it.

Here he was again, buying a drink for a beautiful woman, though normally it was human women he did this for. He couldn't help but silently acknowledge her beauty within his thoughts, though - Something about her seemed alluring. Maybe it was some sort of plant scent or something, he pondered humorously.

"I think I'll try this grape and strawberry ale. That sounds quite tasty!" She said, looking towards Avhael. "Oh! You're buying me a drink and I haven't even introduced myself! My name is Nyaranasha."

Avhael chuckled. "My name is Avhael Aldium. It's a pleasure to meet you, Nyaranasha."

He ordered her drink, and within a few minutes it was placed in front of her in a large mug. "Oh my!" She said in amazement, "This is quite a large cup!"

"It's called an ale mug. They're meant to be larger than regular cups. Go on, try it - I've had that before, it's quite a sweet ale."

She nodded and slowly lifted the mug to her lips, taking a small sip. Her eyes widened a bit, and she set it down. "That is VERY tasty!" She exclaimed. She quickly picked the mug back up, and to Avhael's amazement, she was able to chug the entire drink down within seconds.

"You - You just drank that entire thing in less than a minute." He said, his own eyes widened now.

"Is... is that not normal? Am I... not supposed to do that?" Nyaranasha asked nervously.

Still a bit surprised, Avhael chuckled. "You're just fine to do that, but most people drink their ales slower. Nothing wrong with chugging it, I suppose, but you might get drunk faster doing that."

"Drunk? Oh my, I've heard about that. Maybe I shouldn't be getting drunk when I'm wandering north..."

Avhael tilted his head a bit, eyebrow raised. "Heading north?"

"Oh yes, I'm seeing the world. I've heard it's quite cold up north, but I've got my coat here, so I'll be quite fine."

Avhael's sense of kindness kicked in as he sat up straight. "Well, Nyaranasha, if you're heading north, you'll definitely need someone to travel with. If you'd like, I'll come along with you."

A large smile came across Nyaranasha's face. "You will? Oh that's absolutely wonderful! Yes, I'd like that very much! When are you able to leave? I want to get a head start before it gets too much darker."

Picking up his helmet from beside the stool on the floor, he put it on and took hold of his sword that was leaning against the bar. "I'm ready now. I've paid my bill and yours, so we can depart now if you'd like."

She nodded in response, jumping up from her seat. The two exited the bar, and left Lion's Arch to head north, reaching Snowden Drifts within two hours. They set up camp and would wait for the night to flee from the coming day.