"A shared room works for me," Olga said, eyeing the drunk man for just a moment.  The town did seem to have a lack of entertainment...which really didn't affect the priestess all that much.  The life of an acolyte had been rather spartan, so she was accustomed to life without diversions.  She was just ever so slightly reticent to share a room with the half-orc, but she showed no outward signs of it.<br/><br/>She had heard stories of orc pillage and plunder, but the stories had always revolved around male orcs--the warriors.  One could almost forget that orcs came in female, too, she mused...