A cruel grin split across Antonin's face, revealing a mouth full of rotting, yellowed teeth.
"You are being as stupid as they say,"
the old man cackled, his eyes fixing directly upon Kluh. "You are not figuring it out yet? The locked door, the barred window? I will illuminate the situation for you."
Antonin's leer widened. "There is no drink. There is no business. There are only our questions... and your answers, and if you are very lucky,"
here the bent old man snickered quietly, "you will live to chase ale and gold a little while longer."