The woman's words drew the attention of everyone in the tavern.
The tavern owner sighed helplessly.
The inevitable had happened.
Old Hodge, upon hearing the woman's words, staggered over.
He looked the woman's group up and down and casually settled down in a chair nearby, "Last time, just the last time, it was in this spot, a guy with a fresh face, was fascinated by my adventures, and invited me for a few drinks."
"Are you Hodge?" the woman asked directly.
"Burp! Everyone here knows me, the human hero, Hodge."
A beer was placed before Hodge. The tavern owner discreetly signaled him.
But Hodge, his gaze never left the pint.
When the beer was served, he gulped down a few mouthfuls.
"So, you really do have a blueprint for dealing with the Blood Clan?" the woman continued.
Hodge, taken aback: "Burp! Indeed I do. I remember the last bloke who sat here asked the same question."