So much was going on all at once, the barkeep wasn't quite sure which direction to look, or even how to feel about it all, let alone react to it. They were obviously a dangerous bunch, not one to be trifled with. But he sensed sincerity from them all, which, all things considered, was odd. 

He swiftly scooped up the coin that was placed on the table and nodded once to them all. "Alroight" he grumbled. Slowly trying to untwist his figurative panties from the tightly wound bunch they had become, he turned to get the pretty gal a drink. 

[color=darkseagreen]"If the Knight is paying for the rooms, put the extra coin towards food and spirits."[/color] she nodded to the man behind the counter.

The bitterness started to melt within his features, but the barkeep was as ridged as ever. His movements were stiff and weary as he pulled a bottle of spirits from the shelf. It wasn't overly obvious, but something that any regular patrons might notice. Regular enough to know his name. He glanced behind him at the others, pausing a moment before he poured the dark liquid into a glass. "Anythin' else?" he spouted at the rest of them.