The Dwarven bar man brought the Orc a glass over with a bottle of Drohn's Distillery Rum. He began pouring until Tojara motioned for him to stop. Slapping down coin, the Orcish sailor tossed back the rum in one gulp then motioned for another. The dwarf poured another round for the Orc which he once again tossed back in a gulp. "Good stuff! Now I'll just have an ale and whatever the special is today food wise." The Dwarf nodded and took of as Tojara spun around in his stool to watch the bar scene. Smirking here and there and eying a few of the patrons in the bar. His eyes stopped wandering as he watched a Sin'dorei woman and a Kal'dorei woman eye fucking one another. Fergus had returned with his ale and the Orc nodded as he took the drink and began to watch what was about to unfold as he sipped his drink. As he drank he began to sing a little, a song to match the atmosphere around him.<br/><br/>"At the end of the day he likes a couple drinks when he raises up his voice and sing." He began hitting his knuckles on the counter top for a beat and rhythm. "An hour or two with the fine brown brew and he's ready for anything. At the Wyvern's Tail there were sisters four, the Orc landlords daughters fair, and every night when they blew out the lights he'd would chase them up the stairs!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>