Naethra was a tad worried by Gavin's generosity, but if she had any untoward intentions there was no reason the party wouldn't be enslaved or under her thrall already. "Thank you," she said to his offer of porrige and juice. She tried not to dwell on how odd it felt eating without teeth.
"So you think we can take them out? When we were ambushed, we were able to defeat a wolf rider, but the... dancer, I suppose, just ran off. There were two of them with the gnoll when she arrived. One escaped and then all of this happened," Naethra waved a green hand at the party and room in general.
"I mean, starting with the stragglers here in town sounds like a good start, but aren't you worried they might call reinforcements? This only works if none get away."
Somehow, Naethra doubted Gavin would produce any peasant levies from her charming little town.
"And what are these tenders?" she asked to Gavin and Lou. "I was a trifle indisposed last evening, so I haven't seen much of the town." Aside from the bar, tables, wash sink, and shelves. She'd seem them Very well.