"Whatever the special is, thank you." Reynault said before dropping a gold coin on the bar and sliding it towards the dwarf. "And maybe some information."

Reynault, despite never being an adventurer, knew well enough that bartenders and tavern owners are infamous gossipers. A nudge in the right direction, and maybe this dwarf can tell Reynault exactly where the hell was he and how could he get home? If not, then maybe he could help him find a way to make money.