Seer-of-Ghosts grinned, showing his tusks.  "Sit," he said as he gestured to an empty seat at their table, "It's late... You won't be missed at the other tables for a few minutes.  Humor an old orc won't you?"<br/><br/>His apprentice shook his head.  He knew well that the old shaman was as spry as many warriors half his age.  Bonegnawer turned and rubbed one of his charms, he could sense a hint of something about the woman, but it didn't seem worth bothering with such a plain woman for.  But he trusted his teacher...