"Well that's too bad about the drink, but at least my store of food can be replenished." she said, fishing a coin of gold out of her pocket, setting it's rounded edge on the table, and spinning it for her own amusement "A gold's worth should be plenty I figure, since it's, what, at least four days rations worth?  Then I guess I'm off to the Bushy Beard to see if maybe I can snake a bottle of something out of their hands... or at least have a drink or two."<br/><br/>A nice, simple transaction, and off to find this 'Bushy Beard,' how Dwarven a name it was!  Of course, Chirlot was trying to recall exactly whether she'd been to this place or not, after all, it had been a long,<em>long</em>while since she'd been here last...