*The woman gives Muirna an ironic salute, and throws herself into a chair near the bar, not caring about dirt, or lack thereof. She gives a tooth smile at the dainty elf, just to make him uncomfortable, and takes a close look at the other patrons.*Lazlow said:"Have a seat dearie and I'll be with you straightaway," Muirna says, seemingly unaffected by the commanding presence of this tall, dark Half-Orc. She makes her way over to the table where Sunderkeg is conversing with the other Dwarf, sets down the mug and snaps Sunderkeg's jaw back up in one smooth motion, then makes her way back to the bar.