As the bar continues to enjoy themselves, a Giant of an orc walks downstairs, looking around he chuckles and moves to an "unoccupied" table. He waves over a server not being ravaged and orders a drink. The orcs size and aperent strength would tell those who could tell he was of some Oger blood, his scars, including a large pale X over his left eye and blackened skin tells he is a Veteran of the Dragonmaw."Aah..another fine day at the tavern.." he laughs and swings his drink once it arives.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>