"Not as a matter of principle or anything. Just can't say I'm in the mood," he admits, in a way that gently shuts down further questions in that regard. Thus, Red is more than happy to lead them away from the dancing area and back toward one of the booths offering free ale.

"I'd offer to buy you a drink, but they're not taking coin today." The 'offer' stands, though, if his companion would like to drink together. He gestures at a rough wooden table nearby, some food laid out.

"The name's Red mac Raith. And who might my savior be?" He's not quite bold enough to ask what in addition to who, but he's definitely thinking it.