Irice snorts at the talk of being a hypocrite with disdain.  "Torag is a very lenient deity, allowing each of his forge smiths to find their own way.  He's not one of such a stern moral code, I'm not sure he even condemns slavery.  That's more of a racial thing than religious.  These, though...well, they'll be devoured regardless, and they aren't humanoid or anything either.  If it was tiny people I might have some qualms with that, but it seems that I might not be completely correct about some forms of being kept to participate in theatrical fighting.  I'd rather they were not made to do it against their will and that they were free, but sadly I can't impose my will upon the people, and it's the people that matter.  If it was just the ones in power...well, maybe I'll come back one day and overthrow this government, with a construct so powerful forged by my own hands that they have to bend to my will...but that's getting ahead of myself.  Right now, I simply want to have a filling meal, much good dwarfen mead, and maybe some companionship later.  I need to get to work forging a new warhammer...I didn't forge this one after all, and He'd rather I use a weapon forged by my own hands than one I buy, same with armor."  She looks Nilia up and down in an appraising manner.  "Perhaps with your arms, you could aid me working the forges.  When I set up my business, I'll need apprentices after all."  As she's speaking she's shoveling the food in her mouth, despite her small frame.<br/><br/>Looking at Jon, she wonders why he'd followed them there, though with the kitties occupied elsewhere and the faun...who knows what that ball of energy is doing?  She suspects that his reason is good enough, though she's not quite as impressed by the human as she is with NIlia.  "He definitely could use more to eat though, protein to put more muscle on him."  She takes a long draft of her mead for a second before continuing.  "You're uh...one of a kind in your lack of uniqueness.  How a human got stuck with us...an overgrown snake, two furballs, a horny goat, and well..."  her hands move in a presenting manner along her frame.  "A stone-head, is beyond me.  Maybe they thought one of us would eat you...though I think Nilia is fairly protective of you."  She's careful to be more or less equally mocking of each one of their respective races besides Jon's, though she suspects Nilia may not appreciate it as much.  "Anyways, I don't think we quite planned on where to meet at, but we shouldn't have too much difficulty tracking the others down.  I just hope our next mission doesn't pit us against such a creature again."