"Dale Morrison, co-owner of the Good Knight's Night Tavern. We're a little less modern than most places, gives some familiarity to some of the crowd here." The burly man took his washer's own, his grip obviously tight, but not over bearing. Letting go, Dale looked for conversation, mostly because there was nothing else to do at the time... And his partner was in a bad mood. "Business booming? I assume you guys just got here, or I haven't looked hard enough!"