At the entrance of "the great Claudius Caligula Westerson", Metel couldn't even be bothered to react. She had enough odd people for today so she just gave him a little glance, rolled her eyes, and continued on with her business.

At the orc's offer for food, at first she was going to decline. After all, she never really liked parties or crowds and she preferred eating her meals alone. But her money was running low and she could certainly use some better food than the cheap stuff she had been eating lately.

"Very well, I could use a bite myself," she answered, accepting the orc's offer. She didn't appreciate his comment about "cuties with perky tits and a fine rump", but she decided not to let it slide. She wasn't in the mood to get angry over the littlest things.

[@Lucius Cypher]