The dwarf stomped into the tavern, and dropped his hammer on a table. One brow was arched as he turned his head surveying the room.  He eyed the woman working the needle and was about to address her when a man bearing a sword called to him from the stairs.<br/><br/>“Keep your devil water for your own damned soul...sir!” The dwarf’s tone was mocking, “And these dwarf bones have never needed such comforts like a bed.”<br/><br/>He spied a partially eaten leg of beef on the table, seized it, and gnawed a mouthful.  Grease smeared onto his beard as he eyed the sword bearer. “Go fetch the lady then, boy, since the women folk seem to be in charge around here.” He managed to say through a mouthful of meat.<br/><br/>He finished and let out a fierce belch. “Tell the lady, Saint Uncas is looking for the big fellow that was carried into her establishment this evening.”<br/><br/>Uncas looked to the lady sewing and begged excuse for his digestion. “Pardon me, miss.”