Eerie blue eyes flicked over the whole scene as Quint walked into the tavern, desperate for a drink after a long travel. He found the place packed and noisy, every man and woman in the place was screaming encouragement to a corpse and a crazy woman. He didn't know she was crazy, but it sounded better that way. He errantly noted to himself that neither could chug properly as he went looking for a barmaid to serve him. 

To his great annoyance, no one would serve him or even hear him because of all the commotion with the chugging race. Thirsty and utterly brazen, he practically floated over the crowd to unassumingly hook a mug of mead from the table and down the whole thing in under a second before floating over the table to the other side, smiling to himself.