What did I miss?

[Gar]

The first rays of morning timidly peaked over the horizon as a hulking, muddy figure of Gar made her way into the town, something thick and heavy hanging from her back. As the sun continued its ascent, and Gar continued her trek through the houses of the settlement, the expanding dim light gently revealed the half-orc's smudged, tired face and the glazed eyes of a dead hog that hung over her shoulder. She noticed a familiar Inn, for she could not read the flowery "Dew Drop Inn" sign that hung above the bright pink door, and approached it, giving it a few firm, resonating knocks with her beefy knuckles. 

A portly female dwarf answered, squeaked in surprise, and almost slammed the door back in Gar's face. "Oh! Sorry, dearie--uh, Miss--uh, I apologize," the rosie-cheeked lass stuttered, covering with a nervous laugh, "I hardly recognized ya under all that mud! Come, come--" she yelled over her shoulder, "Borris!! She brought another one!!"

Gar grunted indifferently, "Morning, Mary."

A couple of stocky male dwarves greeted Gar at the door and relieved her of her dead prize, carrying it to the back entrance of the Inn. Mary ushered the half-orc inside and showed her to a table in the corner. It was a cozy inn with simple, round wooden tables and chairs with colorful cushions tied to the seats. Little knick-knacks and novelties decorated the walls and ceiling. 

"Shall I draw a bath for ya, Miss?" asked Mary shyly, dabbing her forehead with her apron, seeming a bit flustered still.

"Won't be necessary," answered Gar gruffly, "Just the usual."

Mary hesitated, a little disconcerted that her guest was refusing to bathe, but she bit her tongue and nodded. "Of course, I'll skip to it!" she said heartily, departing into the kitchen through a pair of swinging doors with flowers carved into the wood.