Ria wanted to help her boss with the discomforting situation taking place before them, but orders were orders. She gave one last sideways glance at the troublemakers as she passed by, like a "I'm watching you" look, as she made her way to the dark corner table that was a staple for most inns. It held dark, brooding types quite often, in her experience. Or those who wished to remain out of the spotlight at the very least. Or perhaps they just took a convenient table without being aware of such stereotypes.

Who drew her attention the most was a rather heavy looking, hairy, hooved fellow who clearly had seen his fair share of struggles. He could probably snap her neck in an instant with his armored hands, should he desire it. He had weird irses, a trait which Ria shared, although hers were more star shaped while his were rectangular. 

"May I take your orders?" She asked the group of men, looking between them. They were all tough, but none standing out as much as the goat man, or whatever he was.