Bronn, wrapped in his cloak, is observing the drinking contest from a quiet corner. He never participates; the risk of revealing too much in a drunken state is too high. Bronn catches Sidari's eye and raises his empty tankard.
As she arrives with a fresh one, he points out several haggard looking men to her: "See those men over there? They were part of the delving party that came back today. Looks like they haven't eaten well in a while, and at least one of them is wounded."
He pauses a moment. "Is that really what you want? Adventuring mostly is about being cold, miserable, and hungry, seasoned with being scared and on the edge quite a bit of the time, and, if you're unlucky, being attacked by things best left undescribed or other delvers who want to take a shortcut to riches and take your stuff instead of delving into the ruins themselves."
Bronn takes a sip from the fresh tankards and nods. "This inn is a good place, you know. Hard work, sure, but much more reliable and safe than being out there."