Olga seemed taken aback by the news that goblins had attacked a dwarven army.  "That is unlike them," she posited.  "Goblins are more apt to raid where protection is weak.  They tend to strike unguarded targets, or lightly guarded..."  Hearing the conversation at the nearby table, she focused on that for a moment.<br/><br/>Then the halfling came over with the fare.  "Oh, I'll have the steak, it being Sunne's feast-day."  She slid the silver across the table unhesitatingly.  She saw Zemok must have overheard the same conversation she did, as she saw him move toward the table of Men.  As for the priestess, she turned back to the dwarf.  "So, you're just a traveler like us?  Well, you look like good company to me."