Shay joined in the glares that followed the paladin out the door--though Shay's was completely filled with annoyance and anger. She turned to face the bartender and looked down at the mug he had offered her. That was enough to sooth away the ill feelings. Shay offered the man a smile in return. "Me and everyone else here. People like her think they can waltz in, throw around some coin, and instantly get everything they want," Shay said. She took up the mug and raised it to the room. "To the highborn folk. May they die in the very gutters they've placed us in." She drank deep of the ale, anything to get the burning taste of the horrid blue liquid off her tongue and out of her throat.<br/><br/>"Thanks for the advice," Shay said, getting to her feet. She motioned to the blue stuff she didn't finish--or had any intention of finishing. "What is this stuff anyway?" Shay would leave when she had her answer. If there was one thing she was in agreement with the paladin on it was that she didn't want to be caught out when the guards sealed the ghetto for the evening. She had a man in her room that was going to work out her frustrations for the day.<br/><br/>Shay would make her way back to the Paladin's Rest. And hopefully to Yewbough.