As Arran walked down the smells of soup cooking were already reaching him. Marco wasn't exactly the nicest man, but he made good food. Up from the chair now he was behind the bar, cooking away when Arran asked. The room had a few other people in it, but they didn't really pay much attention to the girl.<br/><br/>He glanced over his shoulder and gave the girl a look. The man rolled his pipe around for a few moments, obviously leering at Arran's breasts. "You tell the<em>mage's apprentice</em>that he can come down and eat like everybody else. That stupid over priced wizard sits in his hut all day and never has done anything for this town. Unless of course you'd like to do me a favor sweet cheeks."