After the two had taken a seat and spoke at some length, the scraggly man return with two big cups of ale and two bowls of what looked to be stew. “’Ere, two ales and<em>what passes for our best food</em>,” he said in a mocking tone. He turned to the gloaming and gave her a stare. “Now I don’t care if yer 12 or 112, if you pass out from this yer getting thrown outside on your ass.”<br/><br/>He started to walk away before turning back to her. “And if this damn bat here shits on anything in my building, not only are you cleaning it up, your tab just got doubled!” He walks away and around to other customers, talking to them in a low tone and slapping a few upside the head who were getting a little too rowdy.