Both doors of the landward entrance fly open
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as a small, blonde, disheveled looking girl stomps in. Hints of wood, leather, hide and fur peak out from beneath the thick and unruly blonde hair that dangles evenly with the many weapons slung from her belt. "Food, and drink!" she calls to the bar keep. "And none of that gorschwag or meresshill either." she adds with a nod before letting her wide blue eyes scan the room for a seat she can fit at without removing her pack or weapons.
[sblock="Translations (graphic)"]gorschwag: noun, from the goblinoid 'gorshag' - pig excrement that is devoid of smell and taste; any person, place, or thing (particularly food) that is bland
adj- bland or uninteresting
meresshill: noun, from the elven 'mere-' and orcish 'schael'- literally "weak piss"; a liquid lacking in color, potency, and/or taste
adj- like impure but potable water[/sblock][/sblock]