An older orc woman of impressive height and breadth called out to him from behind the bar.
[color=00aeef]"I'll be right with you!"[/color]
She was currently occupied with a quintet of otherworldly beings vaguely resembling bipedal insects, each carrying some manner of firearm plated with gleaming metal. Once she finished pouring them tankards of ale, she made her way over to warlock with a smile which served to show off her rather impressive tusks even more but could melt the heart of an frost giant. Her walking pace was unhurried and every other step was accompanied by an audible thud and a slight limp.
[color=00aeef]"Welcome to 7th Heaven, hon! Lemme get that drink for you."[/color] Before she had even finished her sentence, she'd poured him a tankard behind her and passed it to him. [color=00aeef]"So, what brings you here? Casting circle misfired? Wrong turn at the Eternity Gate? Poorly worded Wish spell?"[/color]
To say Y'velda had seen everything was a bit inaccurate, but it usually took a few days for her to something new all these years into her career at 7th Heaven.