It's Haggis' fault. I'm pretty sure he invited me here.
A beer would work.I think the Marshal needs a lozenge.
Greg, you best not be messing with my bar.
Your beer, Marshal
I thought you were looking for more customers.You are not, I repeat not, bringing the bodies from the Horror Hounds to stash in my root cellar. Take 'em back before they start stinking up the place.