The half-elf Fin is interrogating spits at the ground and eyes her with suspicion.<br/><br/>"Aye, he'd a rotten blighter, but I suppose he's just doing his job. Says there was a break in at the bar and its closed on account of being a crime scene. I just wanted a drink after shift, but I guess I'll have to go somewhere else now."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Wynnie gets nothing but exasperation from the watchman.<br/><br/>"Man, all of the thick oafs are out today," he mutters through crooked teeth. "Between the gnome and the khorvar..."<br/><br/>"Okay, let's make this real simple for your miniature brain. You see this uniform here?" he asks, gesturing to his black and green leather armour, scratched and grimy as it is. "This means I'm part of the Sharn Watch. Now, I know that you gnomes in Zilargo like your freaky little secret police, but here in Breland, our law enforcement operates openly so everyone can see us. So if I," he gestures to his chest, "and standing in front of this here tavern, it means a crime has been committed inside. I have know fucking clue if you get half off when the owner is serving booze. He's not here right now, because this is a crime scene and I am here to keep anyone from entering and contaminating the scene."<br/><br/>"Ergo," he continues, clearly trying to sound more well educated than he is, "I don't have time for your stupid questions. The bar is closed. You can't drink here and now you need leave. I wouldn't advise trying to use that line anywhere else in the Dura. Goodbye."<br/><br/>