Lance: ...Well, that's that I guess.

Theo: But he did not reveal any indication of where we ought to proceed.

Lance: Hmm, yeah. Maybe we need to look around some more. ...I wonder if-

(The waitress appears again)

Waitress: -Are you boys QUITE done yet? This tavern's not for picking fights!

Lance: Er, sorry about that. He's gone now. ...Wait a minute, this is a tavern! If anything, there is no BETTER place to pick a fight!

Waitress: But you guys are PLAYABLE characters!! Not random empire goons! Don't you see what that means!?

(Lance glances behind him--the tavern dwellers are staring at him)

(Can it be? The PCs?) (They're finally here!) (Wow--real, live playable characters!) (Amazing!)

Lance: Uh... that we attract too much attention to ourselves? Because we're not... um... generic looking?

Waitress: Our only purpose in life is to interact with YOU people. Don't screw this up by getting kicked out before we can distribute the side quests.