The bar was still mostly empty, at the moment; the only inhabitants were two of the other girls, an older, busty orc woman, and a younger, more fit-looking half-orc, and the bartender, a grizzled-looking older orc, missing an eye, with three gold teeth, including a cap on one of his tusks. "So, you're the new girl, eh? Come to embrace orc heritage, or just get a little orc in yah?" he asks, with a wide, toothy grin. "Name's Garskin, and this," he says, lifting the butt of a very large-looking crossbow from behind the bar, "Is Snaggletooth. Few problems he can't solve, if you catch my drift."