The barkeep quirks an eyebrow. He looks at the stone on the counter, flinches when the stranger claps in his face, and then frowns. 

"Aye, aye. You said tha'." The barkeep spits on the counter next to the stone. "Only thing we take 'ere is coin. A rock ain't gettin' ya nothin' but my mean ole mug."

The barkeep reaches down and wipes the counter where he spit, still avoiding the stone. "I owe ye nothin' stranger. Come back when ya 'ave tha coin tah buy somethin'."

He doesn't wait before turning and heading down the bar to help someone else.

Storm sighs. Heavily. 

"You must not be from around here. I've never seen you before. Slip in during the fighting or something?" Storm asks, glancing at the stranger before lifting her mug to her lips. 

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