[@MonstrousMan] [i][color=Lightgray]"trouble,"[/color][/i]

With a smile Geoff patted his friend on the shoulder affectionately. [b][color=39b54a]"Not 'trouble', 'business opportunity'."[/color][/b] He corrected with a gleam in his eye. His father, Phil the Pointless, had always taught him to look for the opportunities in any situation and not to get bogged down about what might go wrong. Of course, no-one had seen or heard from Phil ever since he'd led his army of trained goats through a mystic portal to seize the throne of Asgard single-handed, but the principle seemed sound in any case.

[@HHShetland]

Quickly turning towards the staircase Geoff hurried back up to the bar, only to be faced with the strange looking Bardovan balancing himself on one of the bar stools. He smiled warmly to the newcomers, baring his fangs as a sign of respect, before turning away to fetch his welding mask and tongs.

[@Balthazar007]

Quickly serving up a single drop of pixie blood in a glass which if anything was smaller than the last, Geoff turned back to the barrels behind him and filled a large tankard with dark ale.

Setting both drinks down in front the minstrel, who seemed to have been waiting patiently for quite some time for the barman to return, Geoff held out his hand for payment. [b][color=39b54a]"That'll be [i]seven[/i] silver, since you still haven't paid for your last round, or the chicken."[/color][/b] he said pointedly, nodding towards the roasted bird which lay gently settling into a puddle of its own juices on the bar close at hand.