Zemok meets the glaring townie's eyes with a cool gaze, the snickers slightly and addresses the mayor.  "She has brought certain difficulties you are having to our attention.  We're here to resolve the situation with the humanoids.  However, we might also be convinced to clear out your flour mill, as long as we're already here."  Zemok crosses his arms, taps his foot a bit, and looks appraisingly at the brewing riot.  "I'm sure the locals would very much like to see that course of action taken."