"This place was here long before Merrick was," Ariadne replied. "He's never told me who its original owner was, although I swear it feels like he has been here longer than most humans live. And as for a drink," she said, laughing. "I said I didn't drink alcohol, that doesn't mean this inn doesn't provide other drinks I don't appreciate."<br/><br/>As she turned to head toward the bar a particularly drunk patron tried to grab her cloak. "Darling, come sit on my lap and I'll give you whatever you want."<br/><br/>"Allow me to offer you friendly advice," Ariadne said, turning enough to stare straight into his eyes, the daggers she wore glinting in the lantern light. "If you want your hand to continue to be attached to your arm you will keep it a LONG way away from me. Do we understand each other?" The man managed nothing more than a whimper in reply, turning back to his companions. "Unfortunately Merrick and Alex's kindness is...rare in this part of the world. As I said, find us a table and I'll join you shortly. And if anyone causes any trouble tell them you have one of the Shin'erai with you, anyone stupid enough to try anything then deserves what's coming to them."