Morroja barely contained her laughter. She'd fought numerous pit-fights, she could tell if her foe was anxious or nervous, which they usually were. Though the girl still have that stupid smile on her face, her contracted body language betrayed the sudden loss of confidence. She muttered a thanks to whatever ancestor had blessed her with such a cocky little muse. She gave another nod to the barman, followed by a wink. She knew the silent talk of the bar; a nod for a drink and a wink for two, one of them being for whatever strumpet you'd be wanting to impress or simply get drunk. Two dirty cups of the tar-like ale slid down the wooden bar.<br/><br/>Morroja whistled again, trying to catch the human's attention as she gave her own rear a firm spank in the human's direction, her head nodding towards the fresh cup of ale.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>