<span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: smoke">Tina shook her head at the words. Yes, this was a dump of miscreants, and the owner was a greedy ogre. Tina had many times thought of using some of what she had learned to have the place catch fire, but she didn’t want to kill anybody, and there was always somebody here…<br/><br/>The place filled with people from faraway places, strangers who had some of the regulars finish their ales and leave. The first ones appeared to be Northmen, or what she had heard they looked like. She was off to ask what they wanted to drink when the door opened, and a band of rough-looking men came in. The may be mercenaries or rangers or something, and they set themselves around the room I strategic places to keep a watch. Tina hope no trouble was coming, but that was the nature of this place. Another man walked in the door and went straight to the firepit. The two who appeared to be the leaders were invited to sit with the dark elf at the firepit, so Tina walked over and asked,<br/>“Could I get you and your men anything to drink? We have a fine ale, a dark with a good hoppy bitterness, which is better than the watery swill.”<br/>Tina felt like she was interrupting but it was her job. She looked at the other two northmen, then to the other men who had come in, and a couple more regulars downed their drinks and decided to leave.</span></span>