Kiernan/Mag
"One can never be too careful," Mag agreed, playing along. "Places like this, where so many people get together to drink, well, there's a threat under every table. Any moment someone could pick up a barstool and whack someone else with it." She nodded sagely, not missing the venomous look the bartender shot her. Then Kiernan reminded him he had other patrons, and as the man reluctantly walked away, Mag said, "I think he may spit in my drink next." She shrugged. "But I think I'll chance it. Us fighters, we lead a dangerous life."
It would be a good idea to get a glass of water next, as Kiernan had suggested; her liver might need some respite, and by Faram, if the Blades ended up crawling out of Puzzles, she wanted to remember that.
"I'd pay to see that too, you know." She made up her mind then, and told the bartender (who was still surreptitiously eyeballing her and Kiernan) to get the Blades another round of ale, her treat. Ale was cheap, and that's what the Blades seemed to be drinking anyway. When the man didn't move, she pulled out her coin purse and shook it so the coins inside jingled. He then shrugged and started to pour the drinks. "That's a way of helping them along," Mag said to Kiernan, grinning. "It'll be an experiment."