The half-orc bartender Grog bursts from the kitchen at the mention of thievery, slamming the door open and shaking the dishes and glasses on the bar. His meaty fist grips a bloody cleaver."DAMNIT! Who stealing?"
He brandishes the cleaver about, as if punctuating his guttural words. "Fightin', breakin' stuff, now someone stealing? Who?"
The thieving gnome, caught almost red-handed, lets out a terrified squeak."Eh, uh, I... the wizard told me to do it!"
He points at Keelynasta.
The bar grows silent. The gnome onstage pipes up. "Yup, I heard it."
Before anyone else can respond, a couple of other suspiciously-gnomish voices ring out. "I saw it!" "Yeah, that's what happened." "Absolutely!"
Grog looks between the would-be thief, the bard, the wizard, the raptoran, and even glances suspiciously over at the paladin, his brows furrowing with growing confusion and frustration. Finally, he slams the cleaver into the bar, sinking the heavy steel a good two inches into the solid wood."SHUT UP! No more talk, my head hurts now! All you, come with me!"
He points to the gnomish thief and bard, Keelynasta, Lathil, and Jennavoia, rips his cleaver out of the bar, and stomps back towards the kitchen, holding the door open expectantly.