Being the gruff bartender he is, he picks up your gold coins. He weighs them in his hand and bites down on one. After he was satisfied that this crazy woman wasn't trying to pull one over on him, he picked up a rather large meat cleaver. It slashes through the air with inhuman speeds and a large cut of grilled meat falls onto a wooden plate. He sets the plate in front of you then sticks the cleaver into the wood counter behind him. Then the nice man expertly pours you a large mug of mead. With skill that could only come from years of bartending he puts just enough foam on the top. The inn keeper then sets the full mug gently next to your plate so not to spill any.