night. She didnt really mind, except the men got in a fight about who she was supposed to serve next. Quimby was checking a cask Mourne said had turned, and he tried to break it up"
are human, you've never seen them up close, but their breath is foul and they always cover their faces with black scarves. Their backs are humped and twisted and they speak to each other with clicks. even their men seem to fear them..."