Obert nods and smiles at Ip'Kak's request for meat. "Certainly, master kobold," he says. At the mention of rum for the table, Obert looks from Ip'Kak to Nepthys and back.<br/>"She's with you, then?" he asks hesitantly. "No trouble. I will tell the girls not to charge you either, miss."<br/>Obert scurries back behind his bar and into the kitchen behind it.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the Chultan is cuffed by the watchmen, as the guardsman walks out.<br/>"Oi! What's this?" one of the watchmen calls out. He holds up a small brass cube. "That looks far too precious to be owned by the likes of you, scum."