Honestly, people do talk about a nebulous 'them' as if someone is running the show around here. Matt doesn't know for sure. He obviously hasn't met anyone who'd claim to know anything about this place prior to their coughing out fountain water and trudging towards the inn.

Matt smiles and moves his foot a bit, daring to reach a little bit across the table to pat down anything that might be sitting on top of it.

"Do you have any here?" Timber that is. "Or should we go looking?"