[Rob-hin]

"It is late..."
Ambron didn't expect such a question.
He had always lived alone, only having casual friends. Though he would like some compagnie at the moment; someone to talk with.

"Since yer not from around here, perhaps ya like to stay at my house... Hah, I don't think the Griffon will be open t'night!"
He turned and patted the halfling on the back.

"If yer still interested in tha mornin then we'll talk about it.
How does that sound to ya? I'm to tired to think about this now."

"What's yer name littl' one?"