Alright Shaimus, you've had enough. We cannot have you sleeping off the drink in my common room. Its bad for business.
As the barkeep easily hoists the drunken patron up and onto his shoulders you cannot help but think to yourselves that this if this man knows the crowd in The Rusty Nail, perhaps he also knows the area.
You can sleep it off in the cellar ... again. Lets hope it doesn't flood like last time. Ya nearly drowned down there!
And he carts the dockworker off through the door to the kitchen and returns a short time later frowning but friendly once again.