A grey and black shape uncurled itself from in front of the fireplace and strolled languidly over to the bar, where it jumped up with a soft<i>Mrip</i>. The grey tabby cat was perhaps 30" long from nose tip to tail tip and 12" high at the shoulder. Large but not overly so. When DeMain finished his rant, the cat looked at him, yawned, and then butted her head against Sonja's left boob as she leant on the bar, with a gentle<i>Rrrr-hrrr.</i><br/><br/>"Hmm? What's that Greta?" Sonja addressed the cat. "Oh, yes, definitely." She smiled disarmingly at the man. "Greta Greytail and I both think you need to calm down just a little sir? My prices are clearly posted on the blackboard", she nodded to the wall behind her and to her right. The board did indeed list various drinks and prices, the cheapest being<i>Mukha-Vaa </i>at one copper piece a pint. Of course anyone who spoke Goblin would know that Mukha-Vaa translated into Common as "Burdon-beast Water".<br/><br/>Sonja shrugged. "When someone comes in out of the night looking like they just got robbed, they're usually happy with the cheapest we have going. Now if it's not to your taste I have other ales... Perhaps the Art of Stars? That's reassuringly expensive at one silver piece a pint?" She paused and stroked the cat fondly. who continued to purr. "Hmm, yes, good point, Greta. She just pointed out, sir, that while I may have a reputation for seducing young women, for a father and daughter to share a bed would actually be a criminal offence in the kingdom of Seven Havens, who's border you crossed when you crossed the river... So in fact I was doing you a good turn...!" She grinned then.<br/><br/>It might have gone unnoticed but her words had lost the country-yokel twang, and she now spoke with the cultured voice of a graduate of the Wyvern Academy.<br/><br/>Should the<i>young</i>man have any doubts over who would win this debate, Greta Greytail yawned and stretched and extended her claws into the solid oak of the bar top. When she retracted them and moved to sit near Aelene, looking up at the elf with a familiar<i>Mrip? </i>there were eight gashes in the wood, three inches long and all the way through the thee inch thick slab of oak.<br/><br/>Sonja looked down at the cat's clawmarks and sighed. "Gee, thanks. Greta, Now I have to fix the bar top. She closed her eyes and placed both hands over the gouges, muttering to herself. Pretty soon the oak slab was hole again. She turned her attention back to the customer. "So, which ale would you like?" She gestured at the price board, her hand sweeping down to the line at the bottom that said:<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 18px">No Refunds</span></span>​</div>