Ah, right, the barmaid had a riddle. The Sorcerer will deliver the answer.

SORCERER, straightening up: "Alright, enough tomfoolery. While the Rogue's busy performing her escape routine, we shouldn’t forget the real mission here. That little challenge about the barmaid’s underwear? We already solved it! Just look at this ball of string, we already have the answer in our hands. I'm just going up to her and show it to her."

BARD: "Be my guest. Gosh, is it cold in here or is it just me?"

DM: You get up and head to the counter. The barmaid is back at her station, tending to patrons. As you approach her expression flickers between suspicion and expectation.

SORCERER: "Excuse me, madam. It seems we’ve found something of yours..."

DM: She furrows her brow. "Oh? And what might that be?"