Wottworte, Halfling Expert
*Wottworte rolls his eyes as he hears Lithandril's statement outside.*
Damned human. Needs to know when to fight and when to lay low.
*Wottworte follows Lithandril and the barkeep outside, his hands in the air. His loud voice can easily be heard inside the bar as he steps out.*
"All right, mon. We got nuffin' to hide. Do whatcha must, but we ain't did nuffin' wot needs concealin' from the law."