<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HWvbw26.jpg)<br/>(http://i.imgur.com/16UaGCf.jpg)</div><br/>The young woman nodded and gestured to the bar where several stools were free,<strong>"Please feel free to take your choice of seats, Jakob is tending bar at the moment and will be happy to assist a beautiful young woman like yourself."</strong>She stepped aside and let Miyuki pass through the room where several glances were cast her way.  But while there were the long lingering gazes and quietly muttered comments to friends, no one seemed rude or hostile.  There were no slaps or grabs for her body and no looks of disrespect that she saw.<br/><br/>She took a stool and addressed the shaggy haired man behind the bar.<em> "I'll have a mug of your Crackrock bitter.  Would it be alright to order a small portion of fish and meat? I would like to order an additional pitcher of honeyed mead too if you happen to have it."</em><br/><br/>He looked at her and his gaze took in her beautiful face, her exposed skin and a slow smile spread over his face.<strong>"Uhhhh yes.  Fish, meat, mead.  That is good miss.  We have very good food here."</strong>He moved to pour her a clay mug full of ale and set it down in front of her.  His movements were exacting and slow, careful, as if he'd practiced them a thousand times and yet still paid full attention to what he was doing.  He wiped the bar in front of her with a wet and mostly clean looking rag before setting the mug down very precisely in front of her.  He looked at her again and she noticed a slightly glassy look in his eyes.<strong>"You're very pretty miss.  The boss wants me to come and get him from the kitchen when someone pretty comes in for the first time.  I'll go get your food."</strong>His method of speaking was somewhat exact, slightly slow, yet almost innocent in a way.  Miyuki realized that this man, Jakob the waitress had said, was what her people would have called 'touched,' he was slow, dim.  But after setting down the mug of ale, he gave her a smile and then turned and walked along the bar to a door that led further back into the building.<br/><br/>The ale was indeed bitter, and fairly strong, but after she'd taken a swallow she noticed the wonderful aftertaste it left on the tongue, it was almost spicy behind the bitterness, almost peppery as whatever spices mixed with the hops and water.  It wasn't especially foamy like some ales were, but it was well crafted.  It only took a minute before an old dwarf came out from the back room.  His beard and hair grey and white, and vanished from the top of his head.  His eyes locked on Miyuki almost immediately and his old crinkled face split into a lecherous grin.  He walked behind the bar to where she was and then stepped up on something bringing his eyes up to the level just below hers.  He was open in his gaze at her body as he grabbed the rag that jakob had abandoned and began wiping the already spotless bar in between them.<strong>"Welcome to The Split Pig my fine lass.  Ain't ever seen ye here 'afore.  What is the ripest peach in the land doin' by sullyin herself at my counter?  Has word o' me legendary prowess in the bedsheets drawn ye up here straight away from the docks where ye arrived?  Or maybe it's jus me cooking that brought ye in?"</strong><br/><br/>As he spoke, Miyuki who had a trained ear and was good at noticing such things, detected a voice that reminded her very much of Master Flint Thunderaxe.  No doubt this was his relation.  Also there was no doubt that he was lustfully undressing her with his eyes.