Captain Afarel and Scribe Drom had been working to repair the damage that Andrew had done. A chair and a couple tables were brought into the room. The lock picks had been hidden in the pillow case. People had been coming and going. Petitioning for this and that, favors from the crown, business ventures to invest in, and the like. People wanting justice and others trying to make bribes. Food and wine was brought in for the appropriate people. Drom would be listening outside the room recording the facts and Afarel would note who would need to be watched. 

Andrew thought he heard the sound of movement coming from below the floor. After the patron left, Andrew took a bowl of the hot stew and a spoon and placed it near where he thought the hidden door was. He hoped that his "rat" in the cellar would at least eat. He had been in that position many times. The worst was being trapped in a dress under a bed for a night.

"Captain," he bellowed, "Did I ever tell you that I had an uncle that had a gold tooth? He lived in a house that was so drafty that the rats would come and go as they pleased. He finally decide to start feeding them and keeping them as pets." 
Afarel was confused by the conversation as he came in.
"I visited his house, the one with the gold tooth, and was bit by a rat. The rats started to think that they ran the place, so we poisoned them," Andrew said in a more normal voice. 
"Post a bounty on rats," Andrew said, "and have the garbage heap on the edge of town burned."

Afarel reported that the men had reported a large number thefts. Pick pockets mostly.

Sitting at the table, Andrew looked up at him and folds his hands in front of his chin. 
Then Andrew said calmly almost forcefully, "You parade me in like I am the king, on a stupid horse, flaunting the royal flags and seal. Then wonder why the pick pockets come out? Your lucky you and your men are lucky to have brass buttons and swords." He was about to tell the captain how to deal with the situation, when a dwarf tired of being stonewalled by protocol, Scribe Drom and the guards, started to push his way past the young guards. He caught Andrew's attention and Andrew called him in. Andrew hoped, his rat in the basement had managed to hear all that conversation. In dwarvish, Andrew calls the dwarf in to the table. Then dismisses the captain. 

Andrew offers a clean bowl and silverware, dark rye bread and water to his new guest. "What is it that you would like me to do for you?" Andrew asked.