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."