Nalan came out of the kitchen -- a large pot of steaming coffee in one hand and a tray laden with breads, cheeses, eggs and cold meats on the other. For a normal person, such a load would be considered rather heavy, yet the barkeep seemed to handle it without so much as a sweat, even tired-looking as he was.
"Eat", was the only word he spoke to the group (almost a command) before taking his tall form back behind the counter/bar and setting up mugs, jugs and cups on the sideboard. He muttered some loud curses every now and again.