The crowd cheered again every time Chirlot hit on the woman, who seemed to be responding well enough, especially to her invitation. "Normally, I'd prefer a nice dwarven sausage before I retire, rather than another dwarven woman." she teased, giving Chirlot the same acknowledgment the barkeep had.<br/><br/>"But you know what? Why the hell not?" she said cheerily, the extra ale she got thanks to Chirlot probably helping her decision. The barkeep selected a bottle of one of his strongest Vodkas, dwarven made, of course, and laid it on the bar. "Sorry lass, you'll actually need to pay for this one." he said with a bellowing laugh.