Ruvora raises a finger. "Dwarven keg, not the adorable human keg for children's birthday parties," she clarifies, picking out two barrels of cheaper ale, the kind that is tolerable in taste and mainly gets humans hammered quicker. "I'll find out soon enough if the gobbo can hold his bub. What do I owe for these? And if I could get a name to remember the wonderful barmaid in front of me by, that would be most lovely." Chin motioning towards the barrels held akimbo during the question, her face doing its usual shining during the latter.