<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c4/2e/4a/c42e4a96012522e6906f7e0b22f7c153.jpg)</div><br/><br/>The halfling listens to the response.   Looks down at the gold coins on the bar.  Then back up towards Hellhound, he glance to Songbird for a brief instance.  Then  he replies to the request.<br/><br/><strong>"So your breeding her.   All well she got a mouth, hmm gagged I see,  well always a bun hole to work with."</strong>He doesn't wait for an answer, he snags the two gold pieces off the bar counter.   Then looks back to you with a grin.<strong>"Sure back table be your private table.    Morty!"</strong><br/><br/>He gestures to a table sitting in the back underneath the stairs partially.   However, it is not truly private.   But then coming out of the kitchen with apron on is a large, burly orc.    He says something to the orc in the guttural Orc.    The Orc named Morty would head back into the kitchen and come out with a couple of blankets, hammer and nails.   He heads to the back table and  begins nailing up the blankets.  Making the privacy booth that Hellhound asked for.    The halfling looks to you.<br/><br/><strong>"What you want for the drinks and meal now or later?"</strong><br/><br/>