Raril chuckles at the joke and goes back to tuning his guitar.

"Stew, sure." Says the blue-skinned young man. "I hope you like mushrooms. Bread bowl ok?" He quirks an eye towards the drow, who gives a quick nod. Usually that was an upcharge, but Raril was a generous sort, besides the bread tends to go stale if its not used. "And.. water? Probably not an ale if you're discussing business." The young man decides.

"I'm Marcus, by the way." The young man says by was of introducing himself. "Been working here for a little while. Keeps a roof over my head. The boss is pretty fair. Pays just as well as some places in the nicer part of town."

Raril smirks a bit at the comment about 'the boss'.