Tarrow plainly nods as he accepts the ale, taking it in his hands and swishing it around a little in the mug before taking a huge gulp, drinking almost half the mug in one go. A few men stared at him, but Tarrow didn't care as he let out a breath, putting the mug back down for a second and wiping his mouth.
"Needed that." He muttered, feeling the warmth of the tavern and the ale flowing down his body as he swishes the mug around a little more in his hands, brings it up, and finishes the other half off with a few big gulps. A few men whispered challengingly.