The barkeep gave her a look so stern that only a dwarf could pull it off properly, before laughing a deep, bellowing laugh. "Alright,<em>miss</em>, you asked for this. This ones on the house, just because I want to see if you can handle anything a dwarf may want to put in you." With that, he poured her a pint of the house's strongest, darkest ale. The hops and barely must have been roasted until the were nearly burnt to produce such a color, and it produced a rich, foamy head it was so well fermented.<br/><br/>The barkeep's weren't the only eyes on Chirlot now, nearly the entire pub wanted to see if this well-spoken human had what it took to call herself a dwarf.