Marla the Barmaid
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Having finished her initial delivery to (and chastisement of) the crazed fire mage, Mistress of the Dunn Wright Inn, Marla, turns her attention to others. Sweeping down the length of the bar, she places a full, frothy mug of beer in front of the dark-skinned Kepli.
"Pretty eyes, hon," she comments as she takes in the newcomer for the first time.
The barmaid's attention is suddenly torn away by the entry of merfolk sage.
"If you need anything else, let me know," she offers to Kepli before walking out onto the floor and staring down at the wet, slimy trail connecting the door to the man-fish. She kneels and draws her finger through it, then looks at him critically.
"Next time, could you do me a favor and wipe off the excess water and," looking at her finger curiously, slimy residue dripping off,
"other stuff… before coming in?" She wipes her finger on her apron and softens a bit, addressing Aszar again,
"Need something to eat or drink? Let me know."[/section]
Somewhere behind the bar, a heavily muscled hand holds up a half-eaten turkey leg, as if in triumph.
"Mebbe he drinks likea fish!" Grog's disembodied voice emanates from where he is undoubtedly seated behind the bar, busy with dinner. He laughs heartily at his own joke before the hand and turkey leg disappear from view.