Asreelm wanders over to the Heroes of West District, the two individuals he was speaking to accompanying him, "Good evening, my friends! I trust your business this day was most successful?" he says in a tone that suggests a question but is really more of an assumed statement of fact, "I was asked to introduce my old friends, to you, my old friends."

He motions to the three at the table, "These three are Batri Shom, Speaks With Ghosts, and Sitra Mor. The Heroes of the West District." he turns slightly to bald elven woman, whose eyes hungrily devour Speaks With Ghosts, "This is Luan San Sememm Ava Neizayya, and her lovely companion," he indicates the human male, "is Laun San Pylburt Ava Miasnayya. Might they join you at your table?" this time the question is genuine.

"Any friends of Asreelm are welcome friends of ours.  Please, have a seat."

Smiling broadly, Mia says, "Shom. Ghost. Mor. Pleased to meet you. Call me Mia." Mia meets everyone's eyes as he says their names, and shakes hands if they seem included. Then he sits, leaning slightly forward, seeming excited. "I've been hearing some things. Tell me, are the tales true?"

“Likely.  So,  why the introduction, Asreelm?” The tattoo covered Goliath seems put out by the new people at his table.

"They asked politely." he says with mock offense, "In truth, I think you may have more in common than one might think." with that he heads off to mingle with the rest of the customers.