"Water? Little elf-girl wants water?" Sitting next to the elf was a tremendous, horribly muscled orc warrior. His mighty green frame was of such a great size that he filled two stools, both of which were already creaking under his weight, and and his tall, black warrior's topknot was nearly brushing against the ceiling. He was almost entirely naked except for a pair of boots and bracers, a series of thick leather belts and loincloths and a spiked pauldron on one shoulder. Two rough, bloodstained axes were chained to his belt, and he was drinking from an entire cask of... something. "Is that what weak little fairies call a stiff drink? You want to try the drink of a warrior?"