"And you would like that wouldn't you? Rice and water for the end of days! But I say to you, we drink 'your ale' but the ale is ours! Freshly made here by the innkeeper and his men!" he exhasperates

You groan.

"Or are you pansy like that, that gate guard, eating only chewing roots! A man eats meat! Beetle meat, scorpion meat, bear meat, wolf meat, any meat we have!"

"But you aren't drinking the filthy water are you? It's red like blood."

"Of course we ain't, we ain't mad!"