Codin listened as the barkeep listed off the various alcoholic beverages he had, but when he turned and decided to just go ahead with a strong drink and a bloody steak the good Saint could only smile. "That sounds good indeed!" Ah yes, a steak would hit the belly well. That's what he needed. Surprisingly dexterous fingers (considering how stubby a dwarf's fingers could be) interlocked before his palms turned outward and cracked the knuckles....it felt good. A moment later his drink arrived, a fine sized tankard to say the least!<br/><br/>The drink was brought to an eager mouth, the cold beverage a welcome sensation at the back of his throat. It always tasted better when you had been working! While waiting on his food, the barbarian's eyes ran around his surroundings, interesting looking patrons to say the least. "Barkeep my good man, tell me of these troubles outside by the forests I've heard rumbles about..."