Where it will begin
A tall, buxom auburn haired serving wench approached the door. She handed a bucket of warm, nearly hot water to Barg with one hand as she took the handful of offered copper coins in the other. Eying the coins with a seasoned eye she told Barg, "Clean that muck off you, place stinks enough of farts, feet, and finks. This'll get you a decent room with a decent bed, keep you well fed on decent boar and bread and slightly drunk on decent beer. It will not pay debts at the tables over cards or dice, a shave and bath are extra, and no whores in your room."
Looking at Brengalyn the serving wench flashed a bright smile that made her face take on a sultry look, "My but the big strong one bring out the heat in loins. Take a seat where you would like. Got some sweet wine spiked with strong liquor from the town of Villanor, three days south of here, it'll put a fire in your belly and love in your heart. For a silver I keep your goblet full, and bring you out a plate of aged cheddar, ripe grapes, juicy roast pork, and some fresh sourdough rolls with butter."
Her doting smile and easy charm wasn't lost on anyone, and it struck Brengalyn that this woman was the first human in quite some time to see her as warrior, and customer, instead of outcast. She would have to keep an eye for this one, strong and easy company often led to an empty purse come morning.
Turing away the woman called out over the din of the common room, "Lupo, a pitcher of Villanor's Best and a lord's plate for the warrior here, a bag o'coppers special for the goblin, and tell Lindor that the old maid with the tea needs a stronger pot of the black root. I told them old gals like a hardy brew."
She began walking through the throng, shoving her way past grasping hands and slapping aside any that came to close to her swaying breasts with little more regard that to swatting at annoying insects. A short, stocky man, or maybe just a tall, swarthy dwarf came out of the kitchen holding a wooden slab tray that carried a steaming ceramic pot of tea and made his way toward Thamkis. Unlike the attractive woman, he had no need to push through the crowd; it parted before him as if on queue.