Luke held up his hand, "Wait. I don't think you even have any money on you. And starting a fire in a room like this will be our demise." He dusted his hands and walked past the girl, "So what is your name?" He went down the steps and soon found out that the beer sold was surprisingly cheap, perhaps cheaper than a brewery he frequented on his travels. He ordered two bowls of stew, one more for them to share and a mug of the frothy beer for himself. "Do you have a habit of taking what is not yours?" He asked idly while they waited to be served and took a long draft of his drink.