The Cuhannan sailor yells at the barkeep for his ale, and then returns to his conversation with a Cearian sailor.
"Ye mentioned an increase in violence here in Cear, eh?" the Cuhannan says, his accent fairly flavored by his homeland.
"Aye.. sumthin's odd about it too.. If I didn't know better, I'd say 'twas vampires!" the Cearian replies.
The barkeep arrives at the table with a mug of ale, and the Cuhannan sailor grabs it eagerly and downs half the mug before answering:
"Yeh.. one of my comrades was found a few hours ago.. says he had bite marks on his neck... good thing we be headin' out of this cursed port tomorrow!"
The two continues drinking until late night, and then they leave the tavern, never to meet again...