The Burrows is not as licentious as rumor would have it, apparently; oh there's definitely both men and women about seeking out companionship, but it seems to be just part of a greater air of relaxation and enjoyment; the gambling is definitely far more raucous. Every so often there would be a rumble, and a panel in the wall near the bar would open, servers hustling to deliver the dishes inside the dumbwaiter to the tables that had ordered them.<br/><br/>Curiously, one such platters, along with a bottle of golden wine makes its way to the table with Kieri , Gar, and Cammy, delivered by a barefooted halfling server. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7c/25/c1/7c25c15d58faf63dc302b3025d4074c4.jpg) They didn't order anything, did they? When the girl lifted the cover of the platter (and gave a smile to Gar as she did), three pies were revealed, gravy still bubbling from the center cuts, carrying the aromas of pork and numerous spices with it; nudged in the apex between the three was a folded piece of paper. "Your pies, friends," she announced, turning her polite smile to Kieri and Cammy then, once Gar's chest had gotten enough ogling.