Jeremy
Kharn Vheln
'Town' of Lewwyk

Kharn peered deeply into Spiff.

 "A drink?" He stated flatly, he took no offense. "I'd have to oblige your offer, damned if we hold some attention from the locals, wan'ning to tear down a southerner with a target shaved into his head" Kharn peered off, away from the light of the bar, losing eye contact with Spliff. He could only assume the southerner smiled and began his trot into the Gray Rabbit, but other plans were made. "But we're not going into that bar" Kharn pulled him forcefully to his chest and flipped his periphery, jutting his hand out towards a blackened crag field. "You'll buy me a drink at the bear pits" Kharn then immediately took the opportunity to cut his sword and it's sheath from his belt and begin frisking him.
Stacy
Spiff, Prophet of Synthereon
Town of Lewwyk

In a case as such, there's many opportunity to ask very feasible and understandable questions, some such as: why him? Why now? What's wrong with the bar ahead of them, seeming to be known for its tolerance? However, Spiff is a kind and forgiving soul, a man of patience who instead works to stay on his feet when being yanked around like he's none but a child's toy. "Sir," He says, a little more firmly, "I am very willing to go wherever it is you desire a drink from, but your actions now are beginning to weary me." A commanding hand pushes out against Kharn, Spiff kicks his sword back with one foot and turns himself more to the side. It's an idle warning, as his sunny nature does not mean he'll allow himself to be mistreated. 

"Please, have decency. Have respect. There is nothing you can take from me which I will not willingly give to you, should circumstance allow me to. Please, fall back. Lead where you must!"
Jeremy
Kharn Vheln
'Town' of Lewwyk

"I wasn't stealing your blade, you can have it once we arrive, but I don't know you and much less trust you" Kharn motioned for the blade once again. "I could hardly allow myself to travel with a man who could effortlessly kill me at any moment" Kharn spoke genuinely of his fears.