Seemingly appearing from nowhere, he could have been lurking in the back room or asleep on the floor. It was hard to say, but from the looks of him, either was plausible.
"Oooh, howdy there!" He carried a mug and a small platter of something resembling a gelatinous meat cube. "Care for some ale 'n canned, processed variety meat? Unfortunately, we're fresh outta pickles. It'sa a bring your own pickles kinda day."
"But if ya love canned, processed variety meat, today's your lucky day! We get lotsa travelin' sales halflins comin' by to drop off free samples of the stuff all the time. Plenty of it stocked in back 'n it, like, keeps forever. S'posed to improve your virility for four hours or somethin'. Heh."