The serving wench snorts, saying, "Oh I heard tell of him, did I, but a fancy man like that isn't likely to find his prey in our humble tavern. You could do worse, but if you want to rub elbows with the high uppity-ups, you'll need to be taking your custom to The Grand or the Island Jewel. Best dress up if you want in, they be a prickly bunch."
Mavis detects no subterfuge on her part.
The wench takes your orders and returns shortly with you drinks, and a bowl of salted dry peas.