Exodus nodded. "What kind of stuff do they go through?"
Roy sighed. "I'll be back, stay ri' here." He left threw the door again, staying in the back a bit longer than he had before. The barkeeper, on the other side, was putting some sliced pork across his creation and setting it gently in the stone over the fire.
Meanwhile, a voice in Exodus's mind whispered. Yᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ.
Exodus glanced at the Wolfson. What, the barkeeper?
Tʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟꜰ-ɢᴜʏ.
Wolfson, Exodus corrected, Just a Wolfson. Not that smart.
Wʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏ, ʙᴏss.