@BunniesOfDoomWith Julian's earlier taunt now forgotten, Clay opens his fist letting the wizards silver coin fall to the floor with a 'clang' as it bounced and rolled about before settling.
With a shake of his burnt hand he simply adds. "He's a manipulative ass, and that's all you need to know."
He then turns his back on Julian as he goes to rinse his hand.
The barmaid kindly fills in the parts the werewolf left out.
"He is, as far as anyone can tell, the proprietor of this establishment. He has been here longer than anyone else and is more familiar with the tavern than anyone." She leans in to softly add. "Honestly, I don't know if the tavern shares his will or he the taverns."
As she stood back up her eyes quickly glance to Clayton to see if he heard or reacted, his focus remained on his hand.
"Anyway, so..." She looked over the young bird boy. "I would offer you a drink but I guess all I can get you know is milk or water."
She gave a soft playful smile.