For a moment, the entire bar was silent. The only dwarven voice at all to be heard was the cryer outside. He hadn't been kidding about the quality of the drinks inside. Then, all at once, the tavern was in an uproar, patrons and employees alike cheering loudly.<br/><br/>"I've got to apologize, lass" the bartender said in his native tongue as he began to pour mugs, which were passed around the tavern. "You're awfully tall, I didn't recognize you as one of us right away. Someone get this lass a meal!"<br/><br/>Before long, Chirlot had another mug in front of her, a bowl of the tavern's fine wild hog stew, and a loaf of dark, hearty bread, all alongside a score of half drunken dwarves singing her praises.