Amazingly, the bar stool supported Ferrus' weight. Leah didn't seem surprised - the stools here were<span style="font-style: italic">sturdy</span>. They'd sooner break a man's skull than break over his head like a movie's barfight scene. "Yeah, no shit Aaron," she said to the human, breaking away to deal with her newest customer. "Locking us all in like this was madness. Like locking up a hen-house and forgetting to remove the fox first..."<br/><br/>"I got as strong as you can afford," she replied to Ferrus, trying to hide her disgust at the mephit's strong musk. She turned and rummaged around a bit before pulling out a bottle. "Like this one, I keep it around for folks like yourself. Much stronger than anything anyone human-sized could handle much more than a glass of."