1 {scene: The remains of the tavern the party burnt down in the village.}
1 Alvissa: Hail, innkeeper!
1 Innkeeper: {looking up from sifting through the ashes for any belongings that might have survived} Oh... it's you.
2 Alvissa: Er... yes. We're leaving town. Can we buy some provisions?
3 Innkeeper: You burn down my tavern, destroy my livelihood, and now you want my stocks of food?!
4 Mordekai: Well it's not like you have any use for it any more...