Theo looks around the room, making quick survey of how dangerous different patrons may be, before the grizzled barkeep asks loudly Ale?
Theo turns his head to the barkeep and puts on the faintest of smiles at the prospect of a good beer. After noticing the club behind the counter, Theo takes his hand off his greatsword as a sign of nonaggression. He nods affirmatively and walks up to the bar, and responds tersely. Ale for certain, and some hot soup if you have it. Also looking for a room for the evening.