Looking about Hadrian's workshop, Abben notes the lack of smells of warm food. My thoughts are on a roasted chicken and a pair of pints. Possibly a third. If we are to head back tomorrow in the interest of the villagers, it would do well to let them know our intentions in the event that something drastic happens... to them or us. Abben's stomach growls in expectation of food - and a tavern is a good place to accomplish both of those things.