"You did, really?" the barmaid says, not sounding entirely convinced. Zangua wanders upstairs, finds an empty room, and lays himself down to sleep. The barmaid gets to work in the kitchen, starting fires and filling kettles. As soon as they're set up, she loads a tray with leftover food and brings it out for the rest of the party.
"There's a washroom in the back," she says. "You can clean up in there as soon as the water's hot. So what did the beast look like? Did it put up much of a fight?" There's still skepticism in her voice, but you can tell she isn't quite sure what to make of the condition you all came back in.