<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Jiroph</span></strong><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/316/5/b/erica_by_jennyverse-d865odm.jpg)</div>Erica nodded with a smile and pulled away.  It was obvious the elf wasn't in the mood; at least not at the moment.  She swayed over to the bar, stopped and blinked as she saw her little friend about to become a living piece of skewered meat, then turned and ducked beneath the counter.  The redhead poured her customer another mug and stifled a giggled as she glanced at Chariss again.  She was sure that little one would feel what she was about to get for days!  She stopped short and snapped her fingers with a grimace.  Turning on the spot, she leaned over the bar and snagged a key from a panel of several.<br/><br/>Making her way back to Jiroph's table, she sat the mug down and grinned.  "There you go, sir. And here's your room key. Up the stairs and third to the right! I'm sure you'll find it warm and cozy."  She nodded and turned to watch the dwarf take her fill of a hard patron.