"Bout time" the guy groans, despite the little amount of time it took her to produce the beer.  He doesn't really care for her hospitality as he takes the new on and starts to down it, along with the other ones.  He's certainly the typical kind of ruffian that exists around here these days.<br/><br/>As for the halfling, he follows her back to the bar.  "Hey!  Thanks for the save back there!" he says with a smile on his face as he climbs up on a stool, with some difficulty.  "Name is Cutter!  Cutter Collins!  What's yours, milady?" he asked, trying his best to act as a 'gentleman'.