Since Mena was busy helping a customer and Cully appeared to be pretending not to remember how to operate a tap, An'Thaya crossed the room and cuffed her son across the top of the head before slipping behind the bar.
She grabbed a mug, filled it with ale and slid it onto the top of the bar in front of the newcomer.
"I don't think she is coming back," she said dryly, watching the elf with the Changeling. "Can I get you anything else?" She had to admit to some curiosity. "I can't say I've ever seen a bog orc before. Did you pretend to be prey? How did you get back out?"
She also wondered why it was taking so long for Jerri to deliver a skrunning boiled potato.
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