The stranger offers the dwarven barkeep a polite bow as he places a single gold piece beside his mug of dwarvish stout beer. He was never one to drink before a job, but he was thankful for the dwarf's generosity. Perhaps after the job is done and over with, the stranger would share a drink with the dwarvish man over the information regarding a certain outlaw. But before that, he only couldn't afford to be sloppy and it was not like he was going to be long in town. [color=silver]"Thank you kindly, Mr. Giligan, but I don't drink before a job. If you got any more information about the gang or whatnot, I'd be mighty grateful."[/color] The stranger asked. Going in with the barest information would be tantamount to suicide. He needed to know as much as he could before deciding his next course of action.