"Me Glenda, me fighting woman servin' da king, me thinkin' dey payin' better coins buts works, works.," when the food comes she pays counting out her coins slowly before tucking the pusrse back into her cleavage its ties around her neck.<br/><br/>"So youz holy cleric dat is goods you can healz me when I beat up bad things and keeps me warm at night maybes.," she says playfully after slamming her fist into her palm at the mention of beating up monsters. "Sorry me not good to bes with forz sucha nice one as youz buts me momma a whore and my people who I hung aroudns with growin' up in da business and me not too smartz a bit slows, but for fightin woman dat is not a biggys to have, me needs muscles and speeds and to takes hits with weapons.," she realizes a little she makes the holy woman uncomfortable. Most clerics she knew were or serviced the needs of whores so they were often more crass ones. This lady is far better than that. But is proud of her skills.