The kid is a bit hesitant when Brelia sends him home; but eventually complies. There's no way you can argue with someone so<span style="font-style: italic">Charismatic</span>.<br/><br/>The Orc barmaid looks at all the orders for breakfast and scratches her cheek with one meaty finger while before humming and hurring, until she gets an idea and holds her finger up like 'wait a moment'. She stomps out of the bar area into the back room and you hear her heavy footfalls leave the building, pattering more softly before another creaky door opens. A high pitched complaint next door with a lot of follow-up is interestingly timed, before a soft thud ends it. A minute or so later, the Orc comes back with full plates of various breakfasts - not nessicarily what was ordered along her arms. Looks like she has been a waitress in the past - since she has skill with balancing all these plates before she provides it to the party. "Fivun each." She barked, while that high pitched voice next door says something to the effect of 'Fucking Orcs!'<br/><br/>As to all the commotion outside, they are now all gone and it's reasonably quiet once again - with exception of the recent shouting. This gives you all a decent amount of time to talk among yourselves, at least.