D.O.R.K, who is not easily startled, stumbled back a step having not expected a half-ogre of all beings to step into the stables. Thus delayed, the protocol to grasp a weapon never activates, and instead the construct is left just staring up at the Half Ogress mutely studying and reassessing for a few moments. Hearing no cries of alarm in that time from outside, only then does her eyes lose their red glow, and head is canted to the side. "Curious. It would seem that I have underestimated the tolerance of the local populace. I will need to adjust accordingly." She commented, before righting herself. "What is your name and designation -- your... job in this town?" She would start plainly while circling around to better study the Half Ogre. 

 "What is your name and designation -- your... job in this town?" D.O.R.K asks the half-ogre

"You can call me Arza"she responds "and it would seem I spend most of my time washing tankards and serving drinks" she finishes with.

Interesting. What races are we seeing, DM? Also, are the accommodations large enough for a giant when one visits?

D.O.R.K, still at least being somewhat paranoid, took moment to try and analyze Arza and her answer, if only for any lies of omission. "Arza the Barmaid then. Curious." She looks to the tavern. "It must be rather inside there then. Or--" She glances back to Arza. "Not? Apologies. It seems I forgot to introduce myself. You may call me..." D.O.R.K trails off there, rubbing the symbol on her forehead for a moment, before then shaking her head. "This is perhaps a peculiar question, but... when you look at me, what name comes to mind, Arza?"

In response to DDPs question - for giants generally no but there is a room for Harshnag. As to races lots and lots of dwarves but humans and the odd elf as well.

in response to D.O.R.K.’s question Arza looks at him bemused “you don’t know, or won’t tell me, your name. Well you wouldn’t be the first to come through these neck of the woods hiding something!”

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When Ebonitus enters the Inn, he is clearly relieved. "I reckon I could do with a beer." Then he continues to the party., "Any of you heard of this Weevil bloke before? He sounds like a bit of a pest."

 Devin looks at Ebonitus as the question is asked.  "Weevil?  I'm not even sure where in Faerun we are.  No, I don't know no Weevil"

Turning to Harshnag.  "So where to next?  You said The Eye of the All-Father?"  Where is that from here?  Further north I assume as that's the general direction we are going.  We'll get cold weather supplies tomorrow and head out?"

Mullo, per her usual on a non-rainy day, is quiet and watchful. Her constant scowl discourages too much interaction with strangers (and with the party, probably). She accepts food and drink when offered, and even appears to appreciate them after tasting them. Her eyes often linger on the many dwarves as if studying them.

D.O.R.K calmly shakes her head to the sides. "Negative. I am currently in the process of seeking a new designation, as my previous one is no longer appropriate in its entirety." Seeing any other confusion, D.O.R.K then puts a hand to her chest as she adds, "I had taken the designation 'Dedicated Operative of the Red Knight', or Dork, for short. This described what I am... what I was." She bowed her head. "But while I will fulfill the mission she has set forth for me regardless of personal cost, I... I am sorry. This is perhaps what most breathing humanoids considered T.M.I, or too much information, and undesirable considering our relationship as only acquaintances at best."

D.O.R.K bows fully at the waist once, then straightens out and gives a thumbs'up. "I should return to my companions. Feel free to enjoy the company of Golemogote, or Mr. G for shirt." She gestures to the elephants. "It is an elephant, if you are unaware, and does not eat meat." 

In response to Devin's querry

"Yes we'll leave tomorrow and you're right you'll want cold weather gear cos its cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass gorilla where we're going. but tonight we drink"  Harshnag replies as he yells out to one of the tavern wenches for a refill

In response to D.O.R.K.'s commentary

Arza looks confused at D.O.R.K.'s explanation  but continues to stroke Mr G's trunk as the elephant optimistically goes looking for more ears of corn.

Shortly after D.O.R.K. enters the main room of the tavern Arza comes walking though. Catching sight of her Harshnag yells out "Arza you're a sight for sore eyes you are me gal! Now have you got some that dark ale." If a half -ogre could blush well that's what would happen as she responds to Harshang "away wit ya ya great gormless twit" Harshnage grins at her and continues "me gorms are not at all missing and in perfect working order I'll have you know." To this Arza just rolls her eyes and goes behind the bar and starts directing the activities of the various staff.

Ilezenya asks the waitress, "What is the spiciest dish on order tonight? I have a taste for hot things, or strongly spiced, or both!  When you patrol the outer lines of civilization in the twilight and dusk, these kind of foods often help burn away the cold and the gloom." 

Ilezenya asks the waitress, "What is the spiciest dish on order tonight? I have a taste for hot things, or strongly spiced, or both!  When you patrol the outer lines of civilization in the twilight and dusk, these kind of foods often help burn away the cold and the gloom." 

The waitress looks a Ilezenya and says "well yous can ave potatoes and steak, steak and potatoes, potatoes steak and potatoes, potatoes potatoes and steak and steak potatoes and potatoes and youse can 'ave pepper on whatever youse wants. So what's it gunna be?"

Ebonitus chimes in "Steak and potatoes, sounds great. Can I please have a plate of that, along with a tankard of that dark ale, an earthier repast I could not imagine."

Ilezenya laughs and says, "Steak and potatoes it is...thanks!"

Ebonitus chimes in "Steak and potatoes, sounds great. Can I please have a plate of that, along with a tankard of that dark ale, an earthier repast I could not imagine."

The waitress looks highly offended at Ebonitus' comment "earthy repast!" she screeches "I'll 'ave yous know we ain't no backwoods tavern - we wash our potatoes before we cook 'em!" 

Devin watches the interplay between Ebonitus and the server and tries to stay out of it.  "Steak and potatoes for me as well.  And I'll drink whatever Harshnag is drinking."

With an Observant eye Devin looks around the room trying to see if he can hear or read the lips of any conversations in the room trying to see what the locals are talking about.

Upon joining the rest of the party's table, D.O.R.K just sits there for a while, seeming to stare off into space. Then at some point between ordering and anything to follow, the construct just lays her forehead on whatever table or bar, her arms and hands forming a loose around her, before then growing as still as a statue. If left to her own devices, it would be several minutes prior to her animating again in the odd flexing of fingers, before asking without lifting her head, "Did any of you discover what amounts to a general store? Or know where the dwarf we saw at the gate is?"

"Uh no, actually we haven't.  We followed Harshnag here to the tavern and have been drinking and eating.  We'll shop in the morning." Devin says as he lifts his tankard and takes another drink.

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Ebonitus chimes in "Steak and potatoes, sounds great. Can I please have a plate of that, along with a tankard of that dark ale, an earthier repast I could not imagine."

The waitress looks highly offended at Ebonitus' comment "earthy repast!" she screeches "I'll 'ave yous know we ain't no backwoods tavern - we wash our potatoes before we cook 'em!" 

 Ebonitus replies to the waitress, "No offence meant m'lady, earthy in my world is the highest compliment I can give."

 Ebonitus replies to the waitress, "No offence meant m'lady, earthy in my world is the highest compliment I can give."

The waitress stomps off muttering something about "it takes all types"