[@Dark Light] Snarf brought the girl to the door to his room, "You stay out here lass, I'll not be a minute." Entering his room, he went to the chest at the end of his bed. He opened it to reveal a myriad of items, among them where a few children toys. Memories of his very young years flooded back to him, of when he was young enough to be considered 15 among humans he wanted to make toys for children. He shook his head and smiled glad he had decided to become a bartender, grabbing one of the more simple straw dolls he closed the chest and left his room. Handing the girl the doll, "Here ya go lass now go on home tah yer mither she's probably worried sick about yah." He went back downstairs and stood back on the box behind the bar counter so he could see over it.