A human addresses the newcomer at the bar, " Master halfling, not too much is happening right now, except a wager proposed by the dwaf there."
He points to Raszereit, the dwarf with the bloody ax.
The human's sleeve of the arm that is pointing is somewhat drenched, as his chest and hair, but it looks like his face has been recently dried. there is a full mug placed before him by a bar maid and an empty one removed.
then addressing Raszereit, "And, master dwarf, what pray tell might be this wager that you have proposed?"