When Ondrea came downstairs, she saw the blonde-haired man again, with a different girl - this time, one of the other patrons - sitting on his lap.  They were talking quietly, but from her looks and the way his hand was positioned, Ondrea could guess there was something rather inappropriate going on.<br/><br/>At another table was a trio of dwarves, still wearing their armor.  They were drinking heavily, if the empty mugs at the table were any indication, and laughing loudly amongst themselves.  One of them looked up and saw Ondrea and smiled.  "Aah, is this the lass sent down for our company, barkeep?" he asked loudly, his two companions giving a loud guffaw.<br/><br/>Before Ondrea could respond, the bartender slammed his hand on the bar and looked at the dwarves.  "This young lass is the one that took care of those bandits you three were too lazy to go after yourselves!  I won't have anyone insulting her in my bar," he shouted, waiting until the three of them dropped their gaze to relax.