Kathan grins. " Nah. I'd be a pretty pathetic changeling if I backed down from this kind of challenge. My only real concern is that I'll have to take off my armour, but I've had to do that plenty of times before, " he says.
Even as he speaks, Kathan's features begin to shift and change to match those of the tavern keeper. In a moment, he is a perfect likeness.
" Give me a few moments and I will return, " he says, and he goes off to get changed. When he returns, he's down to just his clothes, and everything else except for his weapons has been shoved into his pack, which is bulging.
Slipping one dagger back into his boot, and one into his belt, Veyk hefts his morningstar. " I believe I will slip this one under the counter, " he says, " I would not want to be bereft should it come to blows, and I imagine it will. "