Huh, all orcs... or orc-bloods anyway.  Two lovely women, and a bartender who looked like... well, what one might think an experienced orc to look like.  She chuckled at his joke and friendly demeanor as she approached, but did take note of the weapon.  Damn, made her own crossbow look kind of flimsy...<br/><br/>"Well hello Garskin, Snaggletooth." she said, blowing a kiss to the crossbow cutely "And I guess you could say a little of both; a<em>big</em>orc in me and maybe some embracing of the 'heritage', some people just need a cuddle after all."<br/><br/>A grin at her little play on words, and she took a seat at the bar, leaning forward to give the bartender a good view of her northern assets as she crossed her legs.<br/><br/>"I'm surprised you're the bartender and not a woman, no offense.  Many places like this have a woman as barkeep to keep men buying drinks to hold her attention, and get attention from her." she said, still smiling and friendly "Must be good at your job, Snaggletooth must be good at his too.  How long have you been here anyway?"