Norum smiles and laughs gently in the form of air rushing out of his nose. He looks around to see where people of the group are sitting and notices Elena, Ryde, and some unknown young woman at a booth. He steps up to the bar and browses the beer menu for a bit.
The bartender notices him and leans forward onto the bar, holding a rag in one hand.
"Hey, you want any samples?"
"Uhh no. Thanks, though. I'll take a Bridgecastle Amber, and put it on the tab of the lady over there," he says, pointing at Elena.
"Right, can I see a card?"
Norum lets out a heavy sigh and reaches for his back pocket, where he pulls out his wallet, opens it, slides his ID out from the windowed slot and hands it to the bartender. The bartender squints at the card, looks back at Norum, back at the card, and back at Norum again. "Right, then. One sec."
Norum puts his ID away and places his wallet back in his back pocket. He leans on the bar with one arm and crosses his legs, looking around at the various trinkets and memorabilia from the colonial age.
"Alright, here you are," the bartender says suddenly, interrupting Norum's train of thought as his eyes scanned the room.
"Right, thanks."
Norum then walks to the booth with Elena, Amanda and Ryde.
"Hey guys, what's up?" he says, and stops, noticing Amanda. "You seem new. Elena here invite you?" he says, pointing with his head and scooting into the booth seat.
