It's what I know

Nathaniel wasn't sure what he'd expected to come out of his comment, but having the bard come down off the stage and walk over to the bar to casually speak with him certainly wasn't one of the outcomes he'd imagined. He smiled at Frankie, a hint of mischief in his eyes, and promptly ordered a drink for Frankie. He'd almost swear that Frankie was flirting with him, though not in any serious way, which was something Nathaniel could relate to. Though he wasn't sure about the privilege comment, sure once upon a time he'd been a privileged noble, living in the Free Marches, engaged and in love, but that was another lifetime ago, the last eighteen or so years he'd just been a regular schmuck working up the ranks of the Grey Wardens. He raised an amused eyebrow.

Well, we wouldn't want that now would we, I'll just have to settle for sharing a drink with you. He said with a slight wink, he was straight of course, but it didn't stop him from flirting when the opportunity at hand proved to be such an amusing one. So, 'do you play here often', sounds like such a cliche, how about we just stick to drinking. Not that he wouldn't answer personal questions, nor that he wasn't curious about who the bard was, but he always found small talk awkward.