Phelen, Halfling Wild-er
Phelen shrugs at all of the magical suggestions and walks up to the door "Abra cah dabrah, Shabu the mighty, rugs, magic, enchantment, wizard, Shabu the powerful, conjurer, saurian, visitor, money, payment, gambler, bet, winner, luck...." For about 10 minutes Phelen says various words and short phrases to the door focusing on gambling, money, and magic. Assuming none of those work he says "We have a proposition for your owner. We have some cloaks that need enchanting and we were directed here, will you let us see Shabu?" If none of that works he'll give a little shrug and head over to the fire and eat. "No thank you my good stick, Tea is not my favorite drink." He smiles at his own joke and the rests back looking up at the stars. You hear his soft whistle a short while later in the same tune as he was signing back at the Inn.