[color=00a651]”Oi, behave! Gunna get us sumthin ta eat!”[/color] Orchid tells her beast as he was chained up to a tree. He snorted and merely laid down, relaxed, and burped. Hauling the sacks into the tavern the place seemed rather lively if somewhat foreboding. But that wasn’t unusual to Orchid; if people weren’t afraid of orcs then there was usually some other troubles weighing in their minds. Regardless the green girl went over to whoever seemed to be the tavern keep and set down the sacks of grain, salt, and spices.

[color=00a651]”Got some goods ere, figures we could barter sumthin. A sack ol grains get some good roasts, maybe make a soup outta da barely, got sum salt and spices too sure that’ll be a pretty penny. I’d say around twenty gold, eh?”[/color] Orchid said with a jovial but gruff tone. She had no real idea how much any of these things costs but she expected somewhere around her asking price. She at least knew salt and spices were expensive.