A tall Half-Orc woman with bright red hair and shiny new Full Plate walks into the bar. She grins confidently, the torchlight sparkling on her small tusks. "Huzzah, bartender! Give me some of the good stuff - I am celebrating. I made friends with a Bear God!"
"You mean Jorge?" says the publican looking up from wiping the dirt more evenly across the bar with his damp and dirty rag. "When you see him again tell him he still owes me twenty-two gold pieces."
She looks around for a burly person to arm wrestle with, then overhears the Taldan man's suggestion for copious drinking. When the bartender brings her her drink she will gently place a hand on his arm and wink "Leave the bottle" then go join the Son of Cayden for some good old fashioned alcohol poisoning.
"Just go easy on the singing, alright." It's not a question.
There's a loud bang from the door.
"Oh, for the love of-"