Merry grinned at his question, and hurried back behind the bar. "Oh, aye, we do. We have Guinness on draught, and Murphy's in bottles, and we have our own brew that's not half bad, either. Do you have a preference?"
He hopped up on the little stool he used to make himself just a little taller and make his job a bit easier, grabbing a pint glass and looking at the man curiously.
"So you've just arrived here, then? It is a strange place, I must say, but not a bad one, really. I mean, odd things happen here, but there's a good mix of people, and for the most part we get along well. Where are you from?"