Heading back to the bar, Halisstra was stopped by one of the pregnant women. "They want you to deliver ale." She said. Halisstra hid a shiver as she follwed the woman's hand as she pointed to the table. Damn. Two rough looking ones indeed. She nods to the woman, Gwen her name was, and got a pitcher of ale.<em>Odd</em>, she thought,<em>all of the human patrons ordered drinks by the mug, the monsters ordered by the pitcher. It's a way to determine who is ordering the drink.</em>She took a deep breath and walked thru the lessening crowd to the table.<br/><br/>"There you go. One pitcher of ale. That will be two copper tusks." She said. A tusk was what the villagers called the coins now, and the price for the ale was just enough to break even with the more sober rabble. When they started to get drunk, the price was raised, but never at the beginning, and never to high either. "Do you wish any food tonight? The roast pig is delicious as is the fowl and fish. There is fresh bread and greens as well."<br/><br/>Halisstra held the round tray before her. Across her breasts and belly. Properly respectful, but in a odd way, forgetable. She knew that she was looking very plain to any nonhuman. With the ability she'd discovered in her youth, she'd managed to remain unspoiled. Hopefully she would remain so. She wouldn't even be here if she didn't need the money so bad. But she did need the money and there was a small space behind the chimmeny and wall that she could sleep in if she had to, in the attic.