"Of course." Evan says without hesitation. "There are a couple of locals ones that we have partnerships with for that even. And we have the dining room open until the bar closes as always." the joints in question were all advertised in the rooms themselves as well. As one might expect in an actual hotel. Though it wasn't nearly as many as he would have liked, it helped keep things local and thriving.

The man nods along, because he thinks it's one of the things that adds a little charm to the place. Local talent, local people, local everything. It's like a piece of the heart of the area lives in the walls, thumping along to the beat of a city made of stone.

He loves it.

His mind trails over the bikes he's seen in the parking lot, hard to pick one apart from the others if only because the man's memory comes and goes as easy as the wind changes direction. "I think I know which one you're talking about. I didn't realize it was parted together, very nice." he says, sounding a little impressed. Though it would be a stretch to call Evan a mechanic he'd spent many a night in garages over the years, taking great interest in how the contraptions worked but never owning one. Preferring his own two feet over anything else.

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"So you rebuilt it from the ground up then?" he asks, curiosity apparent on his face, how he leans an elbow on the table and rests his chin in his hand.

For a moment though, the offer catches him by surprise. That kind of advertising, word of mouth, was crucial to helping ensure the Stray continued to boom and bustle. It would keep them from being lost in the hubbub of the city and changing pace of the region. Something that he himself was still getting the hang of and figuring out how to work around.

"That would be fantastic! I imagine may of them would feel right at home here." Evan grins. "And if not we'll find a way to make them feel at home, we always do." because that was part of coming to the Stray wasn't it? The variety, the coziness, everyone belonged somehow. Evweryone was greeted with a smile.

"But really, you don't have to go out of your way for us, we're managing alright. I've still got to figure out a plan of attack for advertising myself anyway."

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Evan was already overjoyed at just the idea of the bar getting a good word out with someone that might actually be able to help put them on the radar again. The fact he mentioned bringing up the 'inn' part as well took him by surprise. It was the least used part of the Stray at the moment and the thought they might actually get some traffic upstairs was more than he was expecting.

"That'd..... that would be such a huge help Lars. You have no idea. I know I'm managing to keep the place afloat but it's been difficult getting things under control so I could figure out to really make this place flourish like it used to."

He moves his hands off his glass as if to gesture with them but puts them back, not sure what to say. He's at a loss for words. It's one thing when people simply do it but to offer to go out of his way to mention the stray in particular?

"If you ever need anything, let us know. It's the least I could do for you being so willing to talk about the old place. I hope we can live up to whatever you tell anyone."

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His words do nothing to change the smile on Evans face. If anything it gives him more reason to go so, soft and genuine in its apreciation of the offer lars has made to him. Even if the man thinks nothing of it Evan knows how important a gesture it is, what it means to the place in the long run.

"I'll get you a key then, just a moment."

He stands, steadies himself on the table top and then athers the papers he'd been working on earlier in the evening. He wonders off with a nod at lars.

Moments later he'll return with hand empty of everything but a room key. Lars is welcome to reture whenever he pleases.

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