A small, dour man with a thin growth of beard opened the hall door slowly, came in, closed it equally slowly, and moved across the hall floor at a quick trot, and stopped at the questboard, staring at it intently for a second before turning away from it and walking up the stairs to the saloon in silence. He when up to the bar, clambered up onto an empty stool and said;
"A glass of wine, white, preferably Montresorian, a '57 if you have any."
He then looked around at the other people in the saloon and said "If anyone here wants to go to R'kilf I'd be obliged if they spoke up now." in a voice just loud enough for everyone to hear.