At one table, two rather odd figures lingered.  The broad shouldered form of an orc, a massive worg's skull headpiece covering his head, his body coverd in leather robes, with tiny bones and feathers and other odds and ends hanging from the seams and edges.  His face was wrinkled, and his skin a slightly paler shade of green, hinting at grey.  But his hands were still steady and strong as he lifted mugs of ale.  A long scar ran along his cheek, intersecting his left eye which was milky and yellowish.<br/><br/>Beside him was the taller but leaner figure of a gnoll, hunched over low and looking even thinner than his kind normally did.  His own clothes were plainer, a leather kilt and vest, set with a few bits, but not as many as the orc beside him.  He'd spoken deferringly to the other, and it was fairly clear he served the other.<br/><br/>The orc had watched Halisstra for most of the night, his blind eye seeming to be on her any time she turned to look in their direction.<br/><br/>"Wench!" the gnoll cried as he slammed his empty mug on the table, "More ale!"  When the pregnant woman approached, the orc shook his head and pointed to Halisstra as she was slipping back into the kitchen.  "We want that one to bring the fresh ones" the gnoll snapped in his high-pitched voice.