"Well as I live and breathe, you're a rare, but a lovely sight here." Smiling and laughing lightly, the bearded man nod his head to Joli in a greeting, moving before her as she took a seat. "Oh, we got rooms in the back, serving the needs of the folks that have to get some rest with more shelter than a tent going about could provide. I think that its a rare treat to have a fellow human here, so if you're willing to trade some stories later, I'd happily givei t for one night for free." There was a few glances between people and one goblin snickered, whispering something to the other goblin besides him.<br/><br/>In Goblin tongue, the exchange took place: <"I think he wants more than stories from her, but have to start somewhere."> There was a snort from the other goblin and a short look her way, but it seemed the bearded man paid them no real heed at the time.<br/><br/>"As for what people are thinking, many like some ale, some like a bit more sturdy stuff that's made from some mushrooms here. Makes one's head dizzy rather fast as a liquor, but its effects fade faster than ale's does." Shrugging slightly at the time, the man smirked. "Last, the drows like absinthe. Strong stuff, but it does get a grin going on for a laugh. Oh, and if those aren't to someone's tastes, there's some folks that sell other things to eat, drink, or lick. Some offer theirs for free, but eh, such offers rarely are 'really free'." Shrugging casually, the man poured her a cup of dark liquid that seemed to swirl somewhat as it flowed, the drowess looking over.<br/><br/>"Oi, be careful with that stuff. Its good, but never drink that too fast. Otherwise you'll not remember the last night." She laughed slightly, the perky dark bosom moving some with her head leaned back briefly before a sigh. "Mmm.... but its a nice taste on the tongue and a delightful warmth and carefree feel in the air as that happens. Just be careful, kid, alright?" For a race of sadistic, cunning manipulators, her warning at least sounded genuine.