The priest at the side table gets up in a huff and throws his cloth napkin down on top of his plate of half-finished food. "A travesty! Mind your tongue a might better next time you're in my presence!" The priest marches straight out the door with a glare at the astonished and embarrassed merchant.
Jax throws his polishing cloth over a shoulder and comes over to where Nyla, Bollaron, Aaron, and Meenah sit. "Now, meanin' no ill will mind you, but you lot wouldn't be messin' aboot with magics in me taproom, now would you? I've done lost one payin' customer an' them lot over there at the bar're having a goodly bit of fun with one of their own who can't seem to hold his tongue as well as normal. I've welcomed you here in the past, an' look forward to welcomin' you here again, but not at the expense of losing custom. Mayhap you'd like a private room, away from me taproom, where you could speak? 'Sides, what with the Magical Threats Agency runnin' aboot loose like a goose, you'd mebbe be best castin' yer magics outta the public eye. Last thing I want in here's a knot of gnomes askin' questions aboot me custom."