Sure

As soon as you nod Tiemin pulls you up, you seem to weight to the tall statuesque orc. "Ay!" You scream as his hand brushes your tender breasts, and then viciously squeeze them. He smirks at your reaction, and then casually takes the brim of your negligee and pulls it down, fixing it. Even the soft fabric is a constant reminder of your pain. You scowl.

"No, prettier when you smile" he takes your chin and makes you look up. You feel your heart race. You even feel the corner of your eyes tremble as your lips curve in a smile. He smirks, his palm moving down your back, to rest on your soft rump. You fear for a moment he will punish you there, but instead he just caress you slowly, gently. "There, much better." You close your eyes and lean forth, but as you approach he says "Your breath stinks. Drink some wine before you go".

With wounded pride you take a cup of wine and downs it, before walking towards the dwarf. The stout man didn't seem drunk, but you aren't the best to tell. He has a thick beard, but on the shorter side, with his dark bags under his eyes he looked a bit like a panda. He is wearing a leather armor with some chain decorations, and has a couple of knifes on sight. You notice a few pockets on him, and a large iron ring with a family crest on it.

"Heh, now you are a good sign for my weary eyes" he notices you before you speak up, you were sure he was paying attention to the slut dancer of the moment. "Come closer, I don't bite. Unless you ask me to." You groan inwardly, but you do walk closer.

"I... Tiemin told me you are his friend. Maybe you want to be my friend too?" You speak pleasantly, and the man roars a laughter. "Sure, why the hell not? an elf and a dwarf becomes friends in an Orc dumpster, sounds great." You keep your smile, even at the outburst. "So, what are you drinking?" he kicks the chair next to him, for you to sit there.

Congratulations! You gained level 3 through 4 in Seduction.

"Whatever is most expensive, I guess" you had no idea whenever or not he was paying, but by the way he seizes you up and down he is. And he isnt drunk enough to lose the famous dwarf greed. "That would be the Zephyr's Cider. Order it up." That was one of the drinks that you never experienced before, you only knew it was a beverage made with apples. You talk to a portly orc matron, and she does bring you a silver chalice with a fancy looking bottle.

"Cheers, to many happy endings" you click with his cup, and savors the amber liquid. It is... not that good. You expected something sweet, like an apple juice. Instead you get something very bitter, acid and pungent. The heavy alcoholic content adds to your inebriation. It was just a little sip, but enough to make up your mind about it. "It is really delicious, thank you" you decide to thank him nonetheless. You can see in his face you did the right choice.

It isn't hard to talk to him. He sneers at anything that isn't a dwarf or a female. He ogles blatantly at the dancing girls. And at you. "You do look like the kind that has taken down an Orc or two" you venture repeating the praise, and he doesn't notice it. But he does change the story, something tells you he isn't quite speaking the truth. You summarize he is something of a coward. "So what are you doing here?" you venture the question.

"Well, did you notice how your shit hole of a village increased lately?" you see no reason to correct him "It is because I sold your boss a copy of my ledger. A taxman's ledger. Hah, you are just clueless as the rest, you don't have a clue what does that mean, do you?" Again, and he continues "It means numbers. Sizes. Guards. A smart man will know where to attack. So I am here to be paid."

You look around, Horghar's table is still occupied by the Tiemin and his friend, but they each have a female company with them, servicing their cock in different ways. You feel yourself salivate a little. The cider isn't all bad, once you get used to the taste. It sure carry a punch, but there are nuances beneath the heavy blow. "But how do you know they wont backtrack your deal? Orcs aren't the most reliable..."

"Heh. I have shady dealer as a class. This gives me the trait insurance, I always know when someone will break an agreement with me. For example... you came to my table and ordered the most expensive drink on the house. We both know I expect to be paid for it, but I also know you aren't thinking of breaking our deal." His face turns dour "And don't you start now, you knife eared whore."

Congratulations! You gained level 5 through 7 in Notice. You are a Novice in Notice. You can always recognize a taste.