IRONDOG slugging three quarters of his tankard of ale 'Right, Im with you lads! ...Barkeep! I'll get that rabbit stew to take away'. He points a stubby finger in the direction of the faeries 'I'll be back for you sweetheart! You drink like a dwarf and sing like an angel, but first Ive got a frog to kiss!' He laughs a little more than would be appropriate and leans heavily in to Quaid, grabbing him around the waist 'Ok my man, lead the way!*