"Your generosity is much appreciated, my lady," He raises the tankard that's delivered to him in thanks, giving her an equally appreciative nod. Peoples' reactions to wardens seemed to vary wildly, but nothing beat gratitude and respect.

He pauses to take a drink before setting the cup down in order to find a place against the wall for his bulky shield, which ends up close to where her staff is resting. A chair by her is also available, so he helps himself to it. Ideally, he'd love to take the thick leather gloves and gambeson he wore off, but he didn't dare do either in the tavern. He'd deal with the uncomfortable dampness.