"Sure." Sam knew he should watch his language, try to effect something that was more time appropriate, but the smell off this guy...no. He wasn't exactly from here. While they could spend a long time in his particular world, they couldn't get rid of all the hints of this and that.
"Mug of mead." Glass really wasn't that readily available after all. Sam set the mead down before finally answering the question.
"Probably as local as you." He shrugged and pulled a rag from under the counter and started wiping things down. He liked to keep the tavern clean after all.