The half-orc girl snorted briefly but then nod finally to him, moving to serve drinks to the men at the nearby table, chatting with the folk in her passing. As they walked ahead, a particularily cheeky man slapped a loud swat onto Lady Luna's asscheeks, making the elvish girl jump a bit and then look at the man coldly, following after Gabriel, seeming to be angry for a change but without responding to the slap directly.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the man laughed a bit at his table, while Lady Luna made a quick swatting motion with one hand muttering a word, the man suddenly jerking his head as he let out a yell, his face gaining a stinging red mark from a small distance as Lady Luna showed a cold smirk.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the man that Gabriel approached paused to look at him intently, and blinking then nod his head. "And dwarves are the biggest bickerers. Say, we were drinking a bit together in the back room, we weren't expecting to make friends tonight, but are you up to joining us?"