The gnoll's gaze moves from her to the food as she seems to... almost fade.  "This will be fine," he answers with the odd laugh of his kind, "With more ale."<br/><br/>He digs out another pair of copper coins and presses them into her hand, his furred paw warm and rough as it brushes her hand briefly.  Then he begins to eat.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>In the cellar, Seer-of-Ghosts smiled.  He stepped closer, reaching out to run his weathered finger along her cheek.  "You are strong," he said with a nod, "You will bear many fine children."