The goodwife furrows her brows at Thurwin's question. He was told not to do that anymore. He's going to get himself killed. She storms off, obviously in a mood, and grabs the large man at the bar dragging him into a back room. The raised voices, both male and female, from the back room are shocking to some of the other guests, who turn to see what the commotion is. A young barmaid next to your table mutters under her breath, Oglaf's in trouble...
The voices die down and things return to normal. A different lady approaches your table to take orders.