Tristain had been standing up when the boy - a young, shabbily dressed teen, looking like he'd barely gotten the first growth of his beard - had been trying to proclaim that he was a mercenary, or looking for them. The young boy reminded uncomfortablely of himself before the Danse had taken him in. The child had faltered when many of the people in this place shot him dark looks, over dirty mugs. They had been leaving Tristain alone because of the heavy armor and the hammer clearly displayed on his hip, but the teen had neither of these, and was drawing attention. And drinking before a job, or at least trying to.

But then another man had entered, on the tail end of the boy's proclamations, and immediately moved over to him. This individual was dressed a fair bit better than the boy, and carried a weapon openly, and seeing him approach the boy had made the other seedier patrons of the tavern avert their gaze. Then the man had indicated Tristain himself, gesturing to the armored mercenary. Well, that was a good enough cue as any. Tristain leaned back in his seat as the second man approached him, and gestured to one of the chairs across the table from him.

"Morning, neighbor." Tristain's voice was low and level as he examined the man walking up to him. He carried himself differently than the boy had as he entered - the boy had been full of braggadacio and surety in himself, while this kind hearted man seemed much more calm and friendly. Tristain...didn't trust that. Kind hearted friendly men didn't usually get themselves involved in bandit purges. Still, he was not likely to turn away a bit of help, not from someone who actually looked capable of swinging their sword. The boy on the other hand - who had wandered over to the table after the swordsman...

Well. "Drinking before you seek to go into combat is a rather poor decision, even if understandable in light of the current drinking water situation." His eyes flicked back and forth between the two for a moment. "My name is Tristain Edelven." His voice was low, pitched just loudly enough for the other two to hear him - but not the other patrons, some of whom were inching slightly closer to the small trio. "I intend on dealing with the situation in the woman's town with prejudice. I take it the two of you have been convinced of her plight as well?" His eyes snapped to one side, and narrowed as his hand dropped to the haft of his warhammer, lifting it from its hooks slightly as he glared at someone who had stepped a little too close.

"I have no qualms with beginning to deal with that problem here." The shifty looking man that had been sidling up behind the child quailed and moved away, taking with him much of the attention of the rest of the bar. Or, at least, the attention was centered on the armored man, not the shabbily clad child.