The barmaid followed the adventurers as well as her father outside. She looked too worried to say anything, instead, she had her arms together, close to her body, biting on her fingernails. Her legs were trembling and her knees faced inwards. The chef seemed to have the opposite expression. His face was grumpy, stern, and focused on the halfling. His muscles were all tense, rippling as veins popped from his arms and face. He growled, then spit again. The sound of some nocturnal bird of prey could be heard from the outside. "KAW!" it screeched, the sound echoing through the dungeon. A large mote of dust swept between Gabriel and the chef.

"Just our fists. No funny business." the chef answered, clenching his fists. "You've got some nerve. Trouncing into my establishment like that." He put an arm out, gesturing the halfling to start.

"What are you waitin' for? I can't get much older."