Not quite a tavern

I follow the orc till she leads me to a small trinkets shop, "this isn't a tavern" I say confused, "nothing gets past you does it runt?" she says mockingly before following it up with "this my place", "this is your shop?" I ask in disbelief, drawing a laugh from the orc, "do I look like a shopkeeper? No this is just temporary, owner owes me a favour" she says unlocking the door and letting us in, she leads me to the back room and up the stairs to above the shop where she was staying.

The place is a mess, clothes and other items strewn across the floor of the main living space, I scan the messy room and my gaze settles on the most unsettling thing, a very large two-handed war hammer leaning against the back wall. It looked to be as tall as me, and while I may be scrawny I was firmly average for a human height at five foot eight, the orc pays no mind to what I'm looking at as she undoes her tight braid letting her dark green hair flow freely. She then grabs a large corked jug of water, pops the cork and downs the fluid in one, "you thirsty runt?" She asks me I couldn't deny it I was parched, "yeah" she hands me an equally sized jug which I struggle to lift having to set it down before I drop it, "gods you're weak runt" she muses grabbing a tankard from the floor and with one hand lifting the jug that I could barely lift and pouring me a now manageable receptacle of water.

I hesitate for a second as this tankard was just on the floor, however I decide that questioning her hygiene was not a good course of action and I should just drink the water. Despite my concerns it was still a refreshing and much needed drink, I gulp it down eagerly. "So runt, you can sleep here" she says pointing to a bear skin rug on the floor, "you touch any of my stuff, try anything stupid or even just annoy me and I'll break your legs". "I understand, thank you...." I begin before realising I didn't even know her name, "Quinara" she says picking up on what I wanted to ask, "thank you Quinara"

I take off my cloak revealing my bright ginger hair, Quinara lets out a snort "Good thing you don't have anything easy to identify for your bounty" she says sarcastically alluding to my hair. Once I'm dressed to a more appropriate indoor attire, Quinara looks at me, "ok runt since I'm giving you a warm place to stay, I think you owe me the rest of your story"