Dainya looked after the girl as she deftly jumped a drunk and took another order, from the priestly chap who proceeded to get up and check the drunk was alright.<br/><br/>"I'm sure it's a case of one-too-many syndrome." she said, laughing good naturedly as she finished her drink. She really should get a proper tankard, but people did insist on giving small people small servings... except Dwarves, who could drink a Half-giant under the table with nary a problem. She proffered her tankard again rather guiltily, partly because she wanted another drink and partly to ask the barmaid's name... got to start somewhere.<br/><br/>"May I have another? No bloody half measures this time? she laughed again "What may I call you? My name's Dainya, though most people call me Dai, Ya Oi, or Stop! Thief!"