Logan:
With just a few quick grabs, I could live better than I ever have... Logan turns his attention away from petty larceny back to Keltar, and extends his hand. "I'm Logan. I'm, er... Logan stammers, then shrugs, "Well, I'm from Shadowshore," the half-elf whispers.
Keltar chuckles in a friendly way.
"You don't need to worry about that, my boy. I know that not everyone in Shadowshore is a thief! I come from the Azure district after all, which is hardly much better!" The old harbourmaster starts coughing again and has to launch another chunk of something into his trusty hankerchief. When the man returns it to his pocket, Logan sees spots of bright red blood on it.
Logan:
"I do a great many things, most recently helping sort out this whole mess with Lady Vanderboren." Logan raises his glass again, half-remembering the disgusting slops and small beer that had been his usual meal at The Skinned Man. This might be hard to give up...I wonder if I should enjoy it while I can? He turns back to his new dining companion. "And I recognize you, Harbormaster Islaran. How do you know the Vanderborens?"
The old man looks confused.
"Lady Vanderboren? Oh, you mean Amarilde? She is from the junior branch of the Vanderborens, and isn't a lady! She is just plain old miss, or missus now of course. No, the honor of being Lady Vanderboren lies with Lavinia who gained the title about a month ago... Sad business that. And in my harbor too..." mutters the old sailor.
"I've been friends with that family since I was knee high to a grasshopper. They are the first family in the merchant's district and we are the first family in the Azure district, and we were also allies in the Dawn council so it made sense."