She actually left the merchant blushing, wondering what other aspects of dwarven craftsmanship she may appreciate as she left.<br/><br/>"Welcome to the bushy beard!" the barkeep shouted out in native dwarven, before even looking up to see Chirlot. Slapping a large hand to his forehead, he laughed a bit. "Welcome, human." he said in common, accent thick. "Come to try your luck with a real drink, or have all the other inns already filled up? Ye may find the beds a bit short, but you're as welcome as any other guest!"