When Hellebore finally enters the bar, he is
not in a particularly good mood. To have to employ actual diplomacy with one he was supposed to collar like a kitten and haul back before their king-- well, in addition to infuriating, it's a hassle, and the second he finds out how to get away with it, he'll dispense with all the niceties.
Such requires getting a feel for this tavern and its inhabitants, however. There is magic here, he can feel it-- and it's strong.
Trouble enough has come to Faerie without angering any great power.