Ronan smiles broadly and slaps Lief on the back. "Look at that boy, an orc who missed his calling as a nurse maid."
Lief grins widely before adding, "I already have a mother, thank you, sir." However, unlike Ronan, the smile never reaches his eyes.
"But still boy, he's right about those rashes."
With that, the two of them turn off towards a well rutted road. As they drop out of sight, Ronan can be heard to say, "You want to look up The Milkmaid's Barn if you crave companionship - clean, reasonably priced and mostly free of thieves."
The Roaring Demon is as Bronn remembers it. The smell of fresh sawdust on the floor mingles with the smell of roasting pig. The proprietor - an older human woman - is practically dancing through the open kitchen with the tools of her trade. A small pair of skillets hang off her belt. Bronn remembers what they did to the last fool who tried to push her too far. The place is mostly full this evening but the crowd is obviously arriving from the ruins as their hair is still wet. Bianca has a strict wash before you enter policy for those returning from the ruins and few chance her wrath for bringing "mud, stink and filth" into her establishment.
Sidari enters the Demon and quickly finds her wits full with wandering hands. After establishing that she isn't interested she is allowed to pass. The bar reminds her of home and her father. The girls are moving platters full of food and it smells wonderful. Her father's food is good but more of a standard fare. This woman is selling a touch of her soul with anything that leaves her kitchen. It makes her stomach rumble. Not from hunger so much as anticipation. When she finally reaches a low table affording a good view of the room, she is joined almost immediately by a tall, thin man coming through a door at the back.
"Isn't Bianca going to yell at you for taking a break while the other girls work?" He raises a quizzical eyebrow in her directions before sitting across from her.