The tavern you step into has a few lingering patrons who are laughing at some anecdote or joke that gets lost in the general dischordant noise. The barkeep looks up when he hears the door open and close, sees an orc standing there, and shoots a knowing glance at his wife. She catches his glance and calls to the daughters
"Sarah, Michelle. It's time to get the washing done and get ready for bed. Get to the kitchen, mind me now."
Wilomine, the barkeep, steps out from behind the bar and heads towards you. He nods his head and smiles cautiously at you as he stops a few feet away.
"Good evening, sir. I just want to be frank with you. I have no problem having one of your kind in my tavern, but I can't speak for every one of me patrons. I keep the peace as best I can, but please for the sake of me daughters, try not to stir up more trouble than need be. If anyone seems to be gettin' on y'er bad side, just come get me and I'll see the peace gets kept."
He takes a step back towards the bar, then pauses and turns back to you.
"As a token of good faith, let me buy you a drink? What'll you have?"
He walks back to the bar, and points at an empty stool on the other side of the bar from the patrons.