Dathwed grinned raunchily. "Oh, aye. many an Orc has visited my tent... too bad I don't use one. I prefer the stars over my head." She laughed, a high, wickedly delighted sound. "They visit my tent an find no one... very rarely one will wander onto me, and then..."<br/><br/>Shifting, Dathwed grabbed her flagon, snorting when she tipped it back to find it empty. Reaching under her Tabard, she pulled a small bag from its' hidden spot. "My round" she said cheerfully, grinning as the bar tender made his way back over. "Bring me mead! And rum for my friend Mal!" she roared out playfully, turning back to Mal. "Honeyed mead is where the flavor is, you know. It tastes like sunshine and fire." She bared her teeth in a harsh smile before turning back to the bar tender. "That'll be eight gol'." the man smiled, holding out his hand.<br/><br/>Brows lowering, Dathwed scowled at him. "You didn't charge Mal nearly as much." she said, voice lowering into a husky growl.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>