"Oh..." Susan says, a bit taken aback.  Clearly, she didn't really think her father, a simple farmer, could manage a tavern, particularly a rowdy one as hers.  The look on her face gave away her feelings, and it certainly didn't bode well for Krystal's well-being.<br/><br/>As the barmaid barked her orders to Cutter, the halfling looked at her in confusion.  "Uh... yeah... so... where would I find him?" he asked.  He was after all not that much different from the travelers who frequented the tavern, and he had only gotten into the village in the morning.<br/><br/>Harmon, on the other hand, had been working with the smithy for a few months, so he was at least familiar with the locals.  "I'll go ahead, I know where Mr. Chuped lives.  Here Cutter, trade places with me."<br/><br/>The halfling looked up at the warrior with a bit of an astonished look.  "Yeah uh... I'm not really the kind who's good at pulling wagons..."  On account of his height.