The Mountain sneered at the young woman, taking a single menacing step toward her. Two of his thuggish companions joined him, looking as if they were spoiling for a fight.
"Wha're their names?" the leader rumbled, his dwarvish accent as hard as his eyes. "I know just about ev'ryone what makes their way into Grundle's. Speak up, lass, I don't got all day."
In the back, Froud's sharp ears could just barely make out the bellowing, and the tone of the voice was anything but comforting, but he couldn't be sure if a fight had started yet or not. Across from him, Yara's impatience was obvious. "What's takin' so long?" she muttered, drawing what looked like a black woollen stocking filled with small rocks. "If they don't come out soon, we peek in to see what's keepin' em, right?"