Berma stared at the small tome for a moment, leafing through its pages with a skeptical eye.  She didn't even seem to notice or care about what the other tenants were receiving, completely engrossed with her own paltry gift.  After a few moments she sniffed at it, shrugged, and shoved it into a small bag on her hip.<br/><br/><em>"Pah.  Can't read more than me own name anyway.  What a bloody weird town."</em>Neither satisfied nor dissatisfied, she would turn to the bartender with a wide grin.<em>"What's that I hear about drinks on the house?"</em>