The bartender was, surprisingly, a rather good-looking Orc girl, who smiles at him kindly - something rather unlike their race. "You're new 'ere, right? Jus' go up't one o' d'ose fings an' follow the instruc'ions the magic pole gives you!"

The Orc girl points to one of the many magic poles that people were using. 

"This place runs very much so on magic, it does! To be expected from an Elven inn." 

"Ooright, then! Catch'a late'a sweet'y!" Riz mimics. Though the bartender lady doesn't know, the others can quite clearly identify this as a mock of her accent.