The three men at the neighboring table look at Zernok suspciously, as though uncertain of speaking too freely to an outsider.<br/><br/>"Aye," one finally offers.  He is a young, handsome man with long, light brown hair, "Everyone knows them goblins an orcs is all working together. Ain't no difference between the lot of 'em."<br/><br/>At that moment Glenda bursts into the Tavern, causing a general commotion, but especially at the table Zernok stands at.  However it dies down to an amused chuckle.<br/><br/>"Gareth," offers an older man once things have settled, "is a buffoon.  I am Bode, and I can assure you the orcs are not in league with the goblins."<br/><br/>The young brown-haired man glares, but says nothing.<br/><br/>The third man simply says, "I believe the rumors, though Mr. History-Buff is probably right about orcs and goblins."<br/><br/>---------<br/><br/>Oprah seems to be everywhere at once, serving steaks, ales, cider, and stew.  And of course, collecting coin.  She does it all with an affable smile and occasional flashes of wit.<br/><br/>Tombor, though somewhat ruffled at the arrival of a half-orc in their midst, smirks at Olga.<br/><br/>"Lass, if ye've been whorin' in Larm then there's a safe bet ye've got crotch-rot or worse.  Or mayhap tongue-rot would be more spot on.  Ain't no whores in Larm, ain't lawful.  Any as are is itinerant, humpin' so many as will take 'em then movin' on afore the gurads can round 'em up."<br/><br/>---------<br/><br/>Meredith had remained quiet, simply eating her bowl of stew as the others conversed around her.