<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/f97Iv9D.jpg)</div>The cur... a dog... Yeah, ok, so they were not actually friends of Eller. Hodge stared her down, and Miriel couldn't hold the man's gaze. After a moment, she looked away, first at the at his huge muscled arms, quick glance toward the black brimmed hat, then at the thin coin pouch laying on the bar surface. She felt her confidence melting away.<br/><br/>She reached out and pulled onto the tiny string, then shook out the contents of the leather pouch onto the bar surface. The small stream of silver did look somewhat scarce, and kind of sad. Clattering coins didn't produce much of a heap. "Eller's paying his debt, that's what he said." - she glanced at Hodge, then down at the coins again. That feeling of roguish excitement was now making way for nervousness. "That's all there is. Our caravan got robbed."<br/><br/>The hood that hid Miriel's features also prevented her from noticing the half-orc approaching from behind until he was right on top of her. She quickly turned, just as the half-orc spoke. She has been so focused on Hodge. She found herself in a narrow space between the half-orc and the bar. She retreated few inches she had until the small of her back was against the bar. The half-orc reached out just beside her, grasping the bar between her and her unattended staff, his arm right against her waist. He could see now that her staff wasn't really a proper weapon either. More like a freshly cut long branch better suited for flogging someone then for striking or defending in actual combat.<br/><br/>"Don't scare the girl, Mhurren" - Hodge spoke up from behind Miriel, but with amusement in his tone. The half-orc acknowledged the sentiment with a grunt and a smirk. He was inching even closer to Miriel. The girl was barely up to his shoulders, so tiny compared to him. And his mohawk made the height difference seem even larger.<br/><br/>Miriel's eyes went down to Mhurren's long blade, following it up to the hip, then up the leather strap across his chest, to shoulder, then to the grin that showed the prominent teeth of the orc heritage. And the smirk. Mhurren saw her thin her lips, then swallow - "She's already looks scared to me, H."<br/><br/>Miriel figured her best bet now would be to talk her way out. She was good at that. She was tense, but kept very still, as the half-orc slowly pulled her hood away, with her gaze following his hand. Truth be told, even from this close, he wasn't neither smelly, nor pig-faced, nor that ugly - "I don't know how much he owes, I'm just doing him a favor, since I owe him gold..." - her voice was faster now, clearly nervous.<br/><br/>Mhurren finally had a clear view of the little girl, having her facing towards him, and with her hood down. Elven bright-blue eyes staring wide, nervous. Pointy ears. Long blonde hair, with few shorter strands falling over her eyes. Young, soft, flawless skin. Her delicate neck was exposed to his eyes, but not much below it. She wore traveling clothes of good make. Her blouse and trousers were of fine linen, matching in color of pale blue sky. The blouse left her slender arms bare, soft and round, no muscles to be seen. Her leather vest was too soft and too thin to offer any kind of protection against even a small blade. It hugged her sides nicely, just enough to tease the soft curves of her chest. Mhurren's grin widened as the girl squirmed under his inspecting eyes. His gaze went lower. Her belt was tightened, emphasizing her tiny waist that widened into hips in just the right way. Sky blue trousers were loose on her legs, making for a comfortable traveling garments. She smelled of flowers. And of sweat - "What do you think we should do with this little girl, H?"