Who doesn't have problems? [The question is directed primarily at Tazendra, though he does look at each of the others afterwards.] Mine ain't as bad as some of yours, of course, but...like...

[He holds his hands out as if he were about to hold an invisible long object between them. True, the life of a simple small business owner and mayor doesn't attract scandal, but he wouldn't say that it was stress-free.]

You really wanna hear how I'm runnin' outta stock or that I'm stayin' up late dealin' with the paperwork that comes with managin' town? Heck, sure, say I do like helpin' you folks out 'cause it gives me somethin' to do, anythin' wrong with that?

That's called stickin' your nose where it don't belong. But I guess anythin' can count for an adventure since Harriet never lets you have your own fun.

[Everything else in the room is forgotten. The Barkeep sharply swivels on his heal and jabs and accusatory finger at his Shadow.]

You keep her outta this.

Why? The only reason why you don't go on adventures anymore is 'cause of her. Kinda sad life's more borin' after marriage, considerin' how much you write about romance. Do you even write after the weddin'? [The Shadow holds a finger to its chin in mock contemplation.

The Barkeep clenches a fist. He is this close to slapping his double right there.]