"Nah, don't need him to leave, just whether I should keep serving him or not.  He's gone through a bottle of rum like it's nothing, working on a second." he said "Anyway, look over the menu, I'll be right back..."<br/><br/>He walked across the bar, down to the troll, and there began a conversation in what could only be assumed to be the German language.  The troll came across as being a tad numb, probably fairly intoxicated, but didn't seem to argue too much.  He stood then, wobbling at first but not for long, and began to make his way to the door.  Judging by the barkeep's continued responses, he'd forgotten about his tab...<br/><br/>But before he left, he stopped at Alice, and reached out to set a heavy hand<em>roughly</em>on her head... as if he was petting her.<br/><br/>"Pretty..." was what he slurred, smiling and still with his hand on her head...