He instantly regretted his decision to say that he was still hiring. The stench of alcohol was permeated within the tavern, but this one woman seemed to be far more intoxicated than Numenar could have hoped to ever be, concluded Urdal as he pulled back a tad. This was definitively not what he had, proverbially, signed up for. She was a woman that had once served the Gods. No idea as to which God it had been, as there were no definitive features he could recognize, although he was not well versed in those matters.

"Yes, work!" He quipped weakly, trying his best not to breathe in again, at least not while as close to her as he was. What with the orc standing to the left of him, the frame of the nonexistent door of the corridor behind him, and her obstructing his front and right. A gulp preceded his attempts to pull away from the woman without making her feel [i]too[/i] unwanted or disliked. He threw a glance to Orky and mouthed 'help me'.