Galawayn followed the ranger. He could see the man knew where he was going... and going with him wass better than admitting he had lost track of where he was in all his bravado against the tieflings.

He stuck close to the larger human inside, not because he was scared, but simply to avoid potential trouble altogether... He wasn't in the mood to get in a bar brawl with some drunk morons right now. The walk towards the bar was blissfully short, and the small gnome clambered up on a stool to get on equal height with the barman.