Stern handshakes accepted and returned, there remains but one thing to do before a proper conversation can be had.
"Just a moment, gentlemen" Abraham says to the two Summers, and he circles back to the bar. Soon, he's back with a pint of pale ale in his hand. A chair pulled up "So"
"First of all, let me tell you that I am not here in any... official capacity. Just a man enjoying his time, like the two of you I presume. So no one will be dragging anyone anywhere. However, I do advise you take some time to get to know the four local presidents. They are of the hospitable sort, and besides - this community has an... additional layer of offices, unlike most others"
Richard's question was harder to answer than perhaps he himself suspected. Was Abraham a local? Or just playing one? "Well, I definitely intend to stay. Only a couple of months since I claimed residence, though. Still, barring a few exceptions, our community is rather young in terms of tenure"
An eyebrow is raised as Fawkes so crassly sums up three of the Freehold's members - including his own Monarch, it'd seem "My good sir, although I have not spent much time with the, uh... lobbyist you speak of, I hardly think she's stupid. Uncomplicated, maybe. With a strange sense of humor, certainly. But stupid? I dread to think what gave you the impression" He pauses "Although the assessment of the 'jester' is more or less correct. may not be philosophically inclined, but, again, hardly stupid. And also, a skilled combatant"
The knight-errant clears his throat.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your names?"