"Just about as far as dragon's greed, I think," Barclay said. They were in front of the Raconteur now, and Barclay held the door open for Ashton. The warmth greeted them, and there were a few people scattered about.
As they passed the bar, Barclay not that kindly asked for two hot cocoa ("with whipped cream") and led them to a secluded corner. Barclay nearly sank away in the large armchair. "And your brother, what happened to him?"