Darakus laughed. An actual laugh, which was rare for him, startled nearly everyone in the bar, even the Bartender, who had been on his guard all the while that Darakus had been there was gaping. Ignoring them all, the hybrid said rather jokingly "Kid, you apparently don't know me, so I'll just say it. It's your scent. I knew what you were the moment I sniffed in your direction. the name's Darakus, by the way." at this point the elf had walked up to the trio and asked a very sensible question. One that Darakus would have asked next if the elf had not said anything. Darakus of course, would have asked it in english and in a slightly more unproffesional manner.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Do you speak the elvish tongue?"</span>the Elf asked Farish, apparently forgetting that there was another being at the table. Although this annoyed Darakus, he knew what would happen to him if he acted impulsively, and so he just remained silent. After all, he only knew a small amount of Elvish, and was just guessing to fill in the things he couldn't interpret. Before Farish could answer the elf, Darakus cleared his throat, if nothing else to make his presence known, then went back to staring into nothingness.<br/><br/>Jerakea, masquerading as Borasan, beamed when the innkeeper asked what he would like to eat and, remembering the favorite thing Borasan ate, Jerakea chuckled and boomed, "My good man, I would assume that for one such as I, you would remember my meal of choice. No matter, I shall take the Smoked Boar and a tankerd of you finest mead." Then turning toward a paticular table out of interest, he noticed his 'quarry' so to speak, sitting there with an elf and a human... No, the scent was that of a halfling. Wait,<span style="font-style: italic">another</span>halfling! this really got his attention, although not enough of it to betray who he was. he turned his attention back to Morys. "What say we test that strength of yours while we wait on our meal, old friend?" he asked, knowing he could best Borasan's former subordinate, "There is a training area not too far from here if you would like to wait on that. I expect you to have improved. After all, If the war had gone on much longer, you would have been promoted!" He laughed, as this last statement was actually true. the war had ended three days before they would have moved Morys up a rank.<br/><br/>When the food arrived, he took a swig of the mead and a huge bite of the boar's head. his peripheral vision was still focused on the Anithrope's group, as they began to converse amongst each other. when he saw the one he suspected to be his son pull the charm out and give it away freely, he began thinking to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">~He may be making friends, and with another halfling at that, but if I were to reveal myself to him here, it would draw too much attention unless...~</span>he decided to try it, and turned his attention back toward Morys. "I am afraid liquor runs through me quite easily these days. You will have to exuse me, my friend." and he went into the restroom. Entering a stall he muttered "Sralel Kearinos Exalal Gramot." and the Shifter's appearance changed to that of a young waiter who had taken the day off.<br/><br/>As he exited the restroom, he made his way over to the table and asked "What may I get you two sirs?" to Darakus and Drachon respectively. Darakus sighed. just his luck, more people to bother him, and this young man probably expected a tip! Noticing the scowl Darakus gave him, Jerakea decided it best to turn his attention toward Drachon, who didn't seem as hostile to the offer of a meal.