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She nodded happily, thankful and almost relieve to have given her name. Taking a seat at the bar (not wanting to make anyone unhappy), she decided to wait a bit longer and to watch others who might enter, or others who were already deep in conversation.
Glancing over to the side, she took another look at the dwarf and his friend. Strong-armed soldiers both of them; again she found herself wishing for strength of her own. She turned her attention toward the barmaid this time, rapping against the bar to grab her attention, smiling and holding up one finger. The wench looked a confused for a bit, but soon nodded, filling disappearing for a moment and coming back with a lukewarm mug.
Piq slid the payment forward and gave a thankful nod before lifting the cup with both hands and drinking deeply. She wasn't used to the sharp taste of alcohol, but it was good, and she felt quite refreshed by it. Setting it down again, she began to observe once again, but less attentively.
* Pops his head out looking among the patrons participating and happily returns to work in the back. *
This time she decided not to ignore him. She turned to face the human with an odd look on her face, a mix of a question and an 'is that a challenge?' expression. Her eyes were no longer watering from the burning feeling; she sat up straight and held her chin up a bit higher, trying to gain back some confidence.
With what might be considered by some a unearthly effort he belches with the hope of rattling a glass. Disappointed with the effort he orders more ale and send one to the new comer on the end.
He notes the score and scowls deeply, as only a coward would scare a woman so even if it only be a human wench.
"It would seem the lass thinks ye have had to many drinks and challenges ye arm." He leans back to watch this one play out.
Accepting the drink, she smiled wryly and nodded her thanks to the dwarf at the end of the bar -- if she had been able to say thank you, she would have by now. However, caution still reigned here, and she sniffed the mug carefully before taking another sip.
Ha. Who said that women couldn't drink as well as men? She blinked back the sting again and forced all of her will into keeping her head from spinning. There. Nothing a half-orc couldn't do. She grinned. Really, the only thing that kept her attached to that race were her teeth and her bones. Personally, she thought herself unbreakable.
Pulling a coin out of her purse, she flicked it down the bar to the dwarf, in payment. It would be her wordless thanks.