Marks find himself a bit awestruck as the giantess smashes apart the table before him; wincing slightly the metallic clatter as his helmet and chain fall to floor.  He stoops down, gathering the fallen items and dusts them off, then places them back on the table. Looking back up a her, he shakes his head and unable hide his grin as he answers.<strong>"I'm glad to see you are in better spirits, Magna but did you have smash the table?"</strong>Grabbing same the mug from before, he saunters past her and dips it into the barrel.<strong>"What riches do you hope to find in this town? I can't say I've seen anything of worth in this pathetic excuse of a city, except maybe the spirits we're drinking now. The inns here don't even serve meat half the time and when they do it's poor quality. I've even been told some places actually serve rats to eat. RATS!"</strong>Marks shutters in disgust.<strong>"Trust me, this town isn't worth your time."</strong>Cocking his head to side, he ask warmly.<strong>"Care to join me for a couple of more drinks, Magna?"</strong><br/><br/>(OOC: Diplomacy Check (Request): 25)