"Oh, by all means," the noblewoman said, taking another sip of her drink.  "I need to get back to celebrating anyway.  See you soon."  She gave him a wink before sauntering off to continue getting drunk and having fun.<br/><br/>The prophet came over to the fountain, pouring a handful of sand down nearby and drawing a crude face into the grains.  He spoke words that didn't seem to quite make sense or sound like a known language, but it seemed to be some sort of prayer of contrition.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Oh, you'll do it?" the merchant said to the women, giving the bear one more glance with delight.  "Excellent, excellent.  I'll be off to fetch him!"  With that, he turned and darted down one of the streets as fast as he could.<br/><br/>One of the servants came out with an oversized wooden bucket which was filled with venison, fish and some of the foul-smelling dwarven brew.  She barely had time to set it down and withdraw her hand before the bear went for it, gobbling it up in a frenzy of delight.  The servant went off to go get another bucket.