Approaching The Horse & Tinker, Riaghan's desire to fill his stomach hit a fever pitch. From the uplifted looks of his fellow party members' expressions at the smells emanating from the kitchen, Philemon notwithstanding, Riaghan was eager to utilize some of his day's wages to partake in some well-cooked mutton and a brim-fill tankard full of mead. In fact he approached the bar and ordered just that from the bartender. Seeing the halfling seemingly having a rough go, he took it upon himself to find a lull in the orders to inquire if there was something to it.

"Thanks for serving us, good sir. Business keeping you on your toes these days?"