The boy happily eats half of the pastry and then pockets the rest of it. The boy looks up at him, surprisingly fearlessly and says,"My name is Alfie sir. Thank you for the pastry, but I better get back to my sister, she worries sometimes." Then Alfie shakes Julen's hand and turns around, but before he got far he turned around,his face showing a crack of nervousness in his brave demeanor. "Uhh, you're not a guard are you?"
When the pieces of rope hit the ground, only a few squeaks and crackles manage to escape the halflings lips. The only thing he can do is hand Yngwie a biscuit off of his plate and run away. As Yngwie turning around a man, slightly more drunk than the rest of the crowd, starts shouting a Yngwie. "You call that piece of goblin s@*@ music? I could make better music than that with your skull!"