Orodyuke accepted the cup of whiskey gratefully. "Thank you" he said as kindly as he could manage, feeling sympathetic for Tori after watching her get chewed out by the innkeeper. "I'll hold back on the breakfast. Tis a meal I've yet to earn, and I have food from the road that won't keep much longer." Even after all this time, he didn't like accepting charity where he could stand on his own two feet.  

He sipped his drink quietly, savouring the fire it brought to his stomach. Now that he was more awake, he took the opportunity to survey the inn's other patrons who were causing such a fuss. They were certainly an interesting bunch. You didn't see lyncans every day. Apparently Urenda drew all sorts of characters. The elf's mutation story in particular intrigued him. Poor girl. If she'd lived alone like that all this time it was no wonder she was afraid of what the townspeople would think of her.

"I beg your pardon young lady," he rumbled in his thick accent from across the bar. "But you say the Creeping Death caused your change in appearance? Would you mind me asking how? I am studying its corrupting effects and it is a most interesting case." he tried a tired smile. "I apologize. I do not mean to pry, but I am a blacksmith by trade so if it makes up for it perhaps I can provide some tips for this house of yours."