The barmaid has taken to leaning on the bar and watching. Her face still held a hint of that earlier frustration but it was now blended with a curiosity. Although, as she watched the display with complete nonchalance, it seemed her inquisitive mind was pondering something more than this magical newcomer.

Her gaze slowly looked to the places of wreckage and then back to the broken table. A faint smug curl forming in the corner of her lips.

"I'm afraid not. And that's not up to me anyway."

With a faint nod she gesture to the firm piece of wood in his hand as it started to reform back into its original shape. The damage undoing itself with every blink or wayward glance. The entrance hole he had made and much of the debris was already now gone, the damage attempting to slip from thought as easily as it did reality.

"Why even do magic when you have a nameless tavern?" She playfully tease.