((To the Dreamer))<br/><br/>Hilda shot a smile at the exotic woman as she settled into the stool next to her, remembering vaguely seeing her from one of her visits a few weeks ago, though if she remembered correctly at the time one of the goblin staff was having a lovely little dining session with the dwarf's cunt as she was tending to a rather gifted troll's member.  Still, the woman certainly had made an impression, dressing more like she'd expect a jungle troll than a human, tattoos included. Must be quite the story to this woman, especially with the tidbit that she wasn't pregnant. Certainly could have fooled the dwarf, after all she'd been a midwife more than once, and the way the skin wrapped around that belly of hers certainly wasn't just fat.<br/><br/>She looked down at her robes, "Well, most of us don't come down here, I suppose i'm as exotic a site as you would be in Dun Murough, lass." she said with a playful wink. She took a little drink from her pint, thinking for a moment. "I'm glad ya spoke up, lass, if I 'adnae seen ya a few weeks ago i'd 'ave trouble believin' ya weren't pregnant." she pauses midway through the next word, considering something before continuing. "Sure there's a story there, but i'm workin on keepin me nose outta folks business." she says with a chuckle. She gestures her head towards the elf and the human, "Nae a bad show tonight, though I feel like I showed up just a bit late fer the big one, considering the moppin crew aint 'ad a round yet."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>