Huni, on the other hand, was still young and full of fire even if her current state was of passivity.  Her axes were in the room overhead, but she's a long way from giving them up.  She does seem respectful of the title of 'mother', bowing her head at the mention of a daughter.  "I hope that we, your daughter and I, do not cross then."  She waits as Aine takes up a stool next to her, still leaning forward over her cup, the broad and powerful shoulders still stooped.  Over the body odor brought out by the heat, the orc smells of strange incense and herbs, perhaps because of the many packs and bags that hang off her belt that look overstuffed.<br/><br/>She barked in laughter at the woman's answer, shrugging helplessly at the man as he rails against the backside of the bent over woman.  "This tavern is ceaseless with its amusements."  Her ear twitches at the roaring moan from the Tauren, though she does not glance that way again immediately.  "What is it that brought you here, Mother?"  In her natural language, her tone is deeper, and with a confidence all her own.  That of the passion of youthful body and strength of her people.  "Indulgence?"  Her dark brown eyes crane toward the gasping undead woman and her bold lover that had attempted to rally her towards him as well.  "There seems no shortage of that."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>