"It was a song? Oh! Pardon me. I must have mistaken it for a vocal lacking, random, screeching noise. Oh, and let's not even mention the fact that I do not take kindly to someone trying to cast a spell on me." The witch replied to the 'musician'. It was cute how the scrawny guy was trying to sound threatening while she could probably shove him into a beer glass. "If you have a problem with that, I will gladly talk to you about it [i]outside[/i]." she said with a mocking smirk. Everyone who frequented the tavern knew that some magic prevented any serious fighting to take place within.

Dismissing Viggo with a shooing wave of the hand, she turned her attention to the ogre at their table. She couldn't shake the amusing thought that the IQ of the next conversation might actually be higher than the one she just finished. "Looks like somebody has a sweet tooth." she commented. an idea struck her, and she patted her pocket. It would be a high risk investment and might not pay off quickly, but... She has seen some of the tougher jobs on the board and the witch would be lying if she said she felt confident she could take them on alone. It might be worth her while to make some friends, and a sorceress and an ogre seemed like a good mix with her primarily using a sword. As long as they didn't wield a guitar.

Her own growing hunger making the decision easier, she snapped her fingers. "Oi, miss Marcoon! would the chef be so kind and sent three servings of pancakes our way? On me." she said, looking up the ogre. [i]Or ten. Look at the size of him![/i] "Do I get a discount on large purchase?" she tried with innocent smile. Old habits died hard.