The girl's animals have a crazy fun clearing all the floor of the french fries and stuff that now maculate the tavern's floor.
As the elven lady so rudely disdained the kind help that the girl wanted to give her for her cake and took her for an evil merchant of some kind, she calls upon the earth to grow poison ivy plants who make the elf stumble and itch a little bit. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/badsmile2.gif" alt="" />
As she crosses the room to ask the butlerian butler for the hot tub, she stumbles on Jurak, still enjoying the show, who fortunately could catch her to prevent that she falls head over feet; but in the manoeuvre he spills his dwarven ale all over Ubereil's cloak...
