Marvin seems to ignore the wench at Rowan's knees, looking back to the bartender from time to time to see if there's any sign of his food coming before Rowan asks him a question. He turns to face him now. "I fancy myself a bit of a fighter you know? So ya won't find me giving any arcane support. I've a nack for catching things alive, although my usual prey are da monster fish of Kobal lake eh?"<br/><br/>He finally turns to the bartender. "What's taking da stew so long?"