The bartender himself was a well-built man, with muscles that hinted at a past that went beyond merely running a business, and a scar below his eye that suggested perhaps getting a bit too close to danger himself.  He didn't seem to be paying Silva as much attention as some of the patrons, but a careful eye could see him glancing at the half-elf's assets rather often.<br/><br/>"Well, I can give you a hot bath, warm meal, and cool drinks," he said in response to Silva's request, "but we're full up as far as rooms and beds go.  Unless you can talk someone here into sharing theirs, of course."<br/><br/>Soon after he said that, one of the barbarians stood up and walked over to Silva.  Now that he was standing, she could see that he wasn't wearing much for clothing either, a leather harness across his chest hiding none of his well-toned muscles, and short hide pants that only covered him to mid-thigh.  He clapped a hand on Silva's shoulder as he spoke.  "My friend Eric here plans on leaving today, but I'm staying another night to meet up with someone tomorrow.  I wouldn't mind having some company for the night, if you're looking for a bed.  Though I'm not sure I can offer much in the way of sleep, hah," he laughed, patting Silva on the ass.  "What do you say?"