The bugbear shrugged after a moment, flicking one ear as if to bat away a bothersome fly.  She carefully maneuvered her cumbersome frame through the lounge, giving the decor an odd look and just barely managing not to knock over a few chairs in her wake.  Clearly she was about as far out of her element as a muddy boar at a dress ball.<br/><br/><em>"You own this joint?"</em>she asked the moment she reached the bar, resting one thick arm on the countertop and pointing a meaty finger towards the man with the swanky tie.<em>"I'm lookin' for a room.  Also some info, if you be like the typical bartender.  Y'know, the kind that knows a lot of stuff 'cause people talk when they think he ain't listening."</em>