"Good to hear." she replied in the same fluent dwarven as before, loud enough that it wasn't just the barkeep who heard her "And real drink was my goal!  I heard tell they couldn't keep drink around here long enough to get it into the hands of anyone save a merchant or an innkeeper's barkeep.  Figured I'd come in for a meal, a pint or three, and see if I could snag a bottle of something stronger off of you for my own stock."<br/><br/>She moved to sit on the nearest barstool in front of the barkeep, grinning and looking over her glasses at him, a bit smug at having such a lovely opportunity to show off her Dwarven and make some friends in the process...<br/><br/>"Or have I come to the wrong place for such things?" she said with more of a smirk now, clearly indicating she was joking with the barkeep now "I could have<em>swore</em>this was a Dwarven pub and inn, not one of them prissy<em>Elven</em>wineries..."