The tavern wasn't all that loud before Ania entered, not being very full at that time of day, but it went quiet as she began shouting.  The bartender, a scarred, surly-looking dwarf with a long black beard, stared at her for a long moment before picking up a glass and beginning to clean it with a rag.<br/><br/>A dignified-looking human in his fifties, wearing a traveling cloak and bearing a staff, got to his feet from one of the tables.  "I am," he said hesitantly, looking her over.  "You're...a warrior, I take it?"<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>The guard snorts.  "'I'll pay you later?'  Yeah, I fell for that one once, when I was green.  Cough up or stay out, makes no difference to me.  S'all 'municipal funds' or something, anyway."