Finn hadn't had a chance to react with anything other than a glower at the woman who had insulted his people. As he was about to open his mouth, another woman had plunged a dagger into the wood of the bar. He turned around to get a look, his hands tingling with magic in case he needed to shoot a quick blast of flame at an attacker. He could tell that the woman didn't like them, based on her scowl and greeting. As he sipped his mead that had been brought to him a minute or two ago, he watched the door. He sensed that their final companion was on their way. And he figured they didn't have time to lollygag about in an inn, getting drunk off of cheap mead. Once their final fellow hero stepped through those doors, they'd have to be off, south to the Temple of Agatha.