Metody glances away as the crowbar approaches the orc; she had no stomach for violence. She'd never thought she'd be glad about the massive daily dose of antiemetics she is obligated to take, but it had saved her from considerable embarassment.

"I would like that. May I buy you a coffee? Or equivalent drink."

Metody has other things on her mind, too. But she has no reason to be subtle about them. "Glitch?I heard that no one knows how old this place is. Is that true?"