He wasn't going to lie to himself, this "Xav" seemed shifty, but he wasn't actively trying to kill and the Golem led him to believe that the man wasn't appalled by the Arcane.
	"Well, two things. One, do you happen to have any food? I'm famished. Two, do you have I could rent for an indefinite amount of time?" He cleared his throat. "Granted, I don't have any coin, but I'd be willing to work! I'm a decent cook or I could wait tables." He slid a gloved finger across the bar and it came back covered in dust. "I could help clean." Xav looked at him blankly. "No average citizen goes around in clothes like that, you look like you might have use of a dagger, or perhaps...a sword?" He held out his left hand and, in a flash of blue light conjured a simple sword which he handed to the dumbfounded tavernkeep.