Barty slams his fist on the table as he stands barking to Cefrey "Whelp, Sit your arse down! You can sniff after that in your own time."<br/><br/>Then projecting across the room, "Miss high and mighty, are you leading this group or playing broken hearted darling here? If you can't keep it together in the company of your old friend, how do you expect to succeed in our task?"<br/><br/>Standing he glowers across at the two of them while speaking to Paeter in a lower terse voice, "Sorry to cause a fuss in your nice inn here, but I was to understand we are here on important business. I have someone, I expect, old enough to be our mother who can't deal with life and a young fella who is dopey about her from what I can see. We are heading to Dragonblight country to speak to their higher ups, can you tell us anything to help or not?"<br/><br/>He sits back down without taking his eyes off the other two, then takes a swig of the drink and finishes the lot in one go.