Halisstra nods, avoiding his gaze and taking the coins. The proper price for the meal. "I'll get the meal, please wait for a moment", and she was gone. Weaving gracefully thru the crowd. Dodging the groping hands of a gnoll and a orcbreed. She placed the order and in a few minutes came out bearing a heavy platter filled with slabs of roast boar and a large bowl of fresh cooked greens and a sliced loaf of bread. She made her way thru the tables.<br/><br/>The nonhumans only doing token reaching for her since it had come down that no one was to bother a barmaid as she was carrying a order to a table. The last time that had happened, the Inn had been nearly torn apart and 15 orc, goblins, gnolls and ogrebloods had been killed. A ruling had come down from the monster leaders that they were to NOT burn or destroy the town for any unprovoked reason. Barfights was not a reason. So it was with a relative feeling of safety that Halisstra carried the tray to the table and deftly slid the platter of meat, bowl and bread onto the surface.<br/><br/>"Will there be anything more?" She asks the gnoll, holding the tray against her chest and belly. Very much like a shield as she concentrated without seeming to and became more.... forgettable and someone that was vaguely remembered by the patrons.