Brunhilda only looks mildly offended for a moment, but quickly her demeanor changes, a smirk on her face as she shakes her head.  "Well, dearie, people don't exactly come here for the porridge.  They normally come for the ale and the fresh pork from the butcher down the road," The dwarf laughs whole heartedly.  She can see that no real damage has been done here and her strange, non-dwarf patrons are not at all bothered by the drunk of the settlement.<br/><br/>"Just call if you need me!"  She calls out as she turns on her heel and heads back into serving the rest of the guests in the tavern, which is slowly starting to filter out since Gunter left, the rest of the dwarves also beginning to grab their work tools and head out to various jobs, two and three leaving at a time.