“Alright” Henna said and pointed at the bar behind her with her thumb, “You stay here and I’ll get us something to eat. Back in a minute.”
That went surprisingly quick and smooth. In Hennas experience, people usually didn’t trust that quick. Especially not towards trollkin. Then again, if you’d been swimming at random in the river, which Henna assumed the elf had been doing, and ended up far from where you’d intended, which Henna assumed the elf had done, you’d probably be pretty glad to hear a stranger offer you clothes and food. Especially happy if it was for free. Made Henna wonder why she was doing it, this wasn’t really her style. But she needed the company, needed to talk to someone who didn’t spit on her for being born a trollkin, or tried to get into her breeches cheaply because of the same reason.
Reaching the bar, she signaled to Burna, the great big bastard of a barkeeper, that she wanted to plates of whatever. Luckily for her, Burna had a little crush on her and usually gave her food for free. Turning around to look at the guests around her, Henna found herself catching a staggering human man who stumbled into her. She pushed him off her, and watched as he was knocked out cold by a savage right hook from a big armored woman. She felt something hit her face, and then her foot, and looked down to see what it was. A tooth. Not one of hers, luckily. The beaten mans, then. Touching her face and looking at her fingertips, she saw blood. She closed her eyes and shivered slightly. Disgusting.