The half-orc grunts to acknowledge the question of the raptoran, but was busy a the time and returns a few moments later with a mug of ale for the mage and another for the raptoran asking questions. He holds up all five fingers of his hand and says, "Dat's foa coppa."
He pockets Keelynasta's silver coin.
The barmaid flounces by the paladin with his drink order and comments, "Luv, ol' grumpy Grog usually insists that you buy a drink proper before expecting information for free."
"But, the Guild Master is around somewhere. Probably soaking his head or his beard."
She whirls away, her pigtails swinging by as she moves off to continue serving other patrons in the busy tap room.
The half-orc pretty much ignores Trixie's comments and spits into another mug to wipe it out. Getting a good look at the bartender, you can see Grog is a very strong looking specimen, likely doubling as a bouncer in the establishment. The scars that crisscross his bare arms mark him as a veteran of many a skirmish.