Ugnar remained unmoved when the halfling slapped his shoulder - which would likely have felt like smacking a hand against granite.<br/><br/>"Lyssa. Well-met, Lyssa. And your... importance... is not lost upon me," he said, glancing around to still see people laughing, shaking their heads, and pretty much not taking her very seriously. So far, the only people to have taken her seriously was the barkeep, himself, and... some foppish looking dandy who stepped up and introduced himself with a very long name.<br/><br/>Ugnar turned his head to regard the newcomer, and listened as Lyssa addressed him and then he replied.<br/><br/>"Aellon dos Servantos Ramirez de Korvosa? Such a big name, for such a little man," Ugnar said, scrutinizing him closely. "But I don't rightly care about the 'size' of my companions anyway," he said, ironically turning his gaze back to Lyssa. "As long as there are goblins to kill - you can count me in, and for certain I shall attend this meeting with the mayor."