Faith was a sight for sore eyes. Upon spotting her in her bulky armor, he breathed a sigh of relief and immediately motion towards her as they reconvened at the bar. 

[i]"I'll take whatever you have that's strong when you get a chance," she said.
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"Good luck with that." Koruk chimed in, snorting at the barmaid. "They've got nothin but cat piss on tap." 

The orc's vulgarity and overall countenance was like a drastic contrast compared to the knightly Faith dawning a holy symbol to match. You'd likely see such a pairing on the battlefield with swords pointed at each others throats, not shoulder-to-shoulder at The Whirling Sprite. Patron's had already given Koruk the stink eye since his arrival, and it was becoming even more apparent with his associate by his side.

"So, partner. How goes it?" Koruk asked Faith.