The music screeched to a halt as Belgana bellowed at the performers.  All sets of eyes locked on her for a moment, then a half-orc made a rude gesture with one arm before he went back to singing an off-key rendition of the Lady from Fulsom Lane with half the verses replaced by ones from The Ballad of the Lost Lady.  Barkeep just glanced at the dwarf and waited for payment before he slid over a large clay mug filled to the brim with unremarkable mead.<br/><br/>The bards didn't stop the tiefling from dancing, but their music got noticeably worse with each mockery she made through dance.  Finally one, an elf, had suffered enough and threw a mug of water he had been drinking at her to try and chase her off with a shouted insulted in Elven.  Something about pits of hell and being fucked by demonic dogs for all eternity.  The people watching seemed to greatly enjoy the dance and when the bard finally snapped, a wave of laughter erupted through the crowd and several watchers tossed their own mugs.  Luckily for Brin they had aimed at the elf, who retreated under a hail of alcoholic missiles.<br/><br/>Alicia's entrance didn't even cause a ripple in the crowd.  Either they had seen it before, or they were just jaded by the usual antics of the place.  It wasn't uncommon for a drunken wizard to try and show off her summoning skills, and more than once Barkeep had been forced to chase out a pack of creatures.  Last time it had been divine badgers.  The time before that, infernal salamanders.  The lady in question had been banned after that.<br/><br/>Barkeep took the coins from Lydia but didn't seem to understand why.  He held them in one palm and glanced down at them, then at the rack of barrels, then back at the coins, then at Lydia, then back at the coins.  He seemed stuck in a loop, and a low grumbling arose down the bar as other people found themselves forced to wait for their drink.