We all agree to blend in and try to find some information..

Jack heads back to the bar and starts sniffing the bottles hoping to figure out what's actually in a few. He makes small talk with the other employees.

Emma and I cozy up next to the Dwarf at the bar. He recommends we have the troll spit, some kind of cocktail. He follows it up with a story about how they actually use to make the drink with real troll spit. It's never been the same. I can't tell if Em is actually interested in the origins of the thick green beverage known as troll spit, or she's just a great actor.

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Shit! I hate that I squeal when I get surprised!

My cheeks go red. Alfonz, the hairy 500 pound drunk had just grabbed my ass in on massive paw and Emma's in the other. She giggles. Apparently it was part of the punchline to a dirty joke about a lost goat named Amaiaz. I squirm out of his grip when I feel a probing finger, but follow him back to the center hearth along with Em, who is now whispering back and forth with the swarthy Dwarf.