The bartender seems shocked by Jacinth's words. "The poor boy . . . I sent one of the kitchen boys to fetch the healer a minute ago. I told him to run quickly, so he's probably halfway to the Jorasco enclave by now. The enclave is just a few block to the north east of here. I didn't think the boy would be in danger . . ." The barkeep trails off as the sounds of someone banging heavily upon wood start coming from the kitchen. A woman, presumably the cook, screams in fright.