As he had taken to strumming his fingers rhythmically on the table he sat at, Jacque watched with rapidly declining interest as patrons of all shapes and sizes entered and exited the inn. As the group that had been heckling the barmaid for free drink and food began to give up and either pay or move elsewhere, Jacque arose from his seat and stretched his muscles to alleviate a bit of stiffness before dropping his bag into the seat he'd chosen and making his way over to the bar.For a second Jacque could swear he saw a gleam of apprehension in the barmaid's gaze as he made his way over to her. It was not all that surprising to him, after all, if the ale here was indeed as good as people claimed it to be, then it was only natural that there would be a few people looking to get a free pint. Adventurers were especially notorious for this, always looking to receive one free service or another for a tale of their exploits and heroic deeds. Jacque cared little for adventurers, just as he cared little for wasting his time by trying to worm a free drink from the shrewd looking woman. The huntsman produced a small leather pouch from his coat and opened it up before he spoke in a deep and rumbling voice not unlike the rumbling of thunder in the distance, "[b]How much would a pint of ale and a meat an' potato pie cost?[/b]".