Galawayn turned to Jakar as the barman poured out his cider. "Your offer interests me my good man... I don't really have anytihng better to do anyway, I'm in." The gnome looked back forward to see his glass was missing.

"Alright... who stole my drink" Galawayn looked around to see the rogue jsut standing there, holding his glass. "Would you mind giving that back? Get your own damn drink or get out. I don't take well to moochers." The gnome's patience with the tiefling had run out. He started hoping she wouldn't take the ranger up on his offer to join forces, just so he would be rid of her.