At the Moorland Magpie Inn Lorna was serving cheesecake and a tankard of bitter for four silver pieces. In one corner a sad looking dwarf maiden sipped at a tankard of bitter.

A worn and weary Wyndham staggers into the inn and and ensures his damaged friends are taken care of. He then finds a seat to replenish himself with some cheesecake and a tankard of bitter. After several noisy moments of chewing and slurping he looks up and notices the glum-looking dwarf.
"Hello, ma'am. Can't help but notice you're nursing a pint there. Anything a friendly stranger could help with?"
ooc - 4 silvers for the grub