The prisoner remains quiet, although whimpering slightly. Seems he doesn't want to talk, say the wrong thing, if he doesn't have to.<br/><br/>The door behind the bar is, indeed, a storeroom. Numerous bottle of wine, kegs of ale, and dried foodstuffs line the walls, along with some fresh breads near the door. It seems there's room for cheeses, as well, but no new cheese has entered the city since the sun stopped moving. The keys to lock the room are, conveniently, located on a peg behind the bar.