Molakatar opened the door to the tavern and was greeted by the usual sound of moans and wet slapping noises. Chuckling he walked inside and looked around him at the others festives. It had been awhile since he had been here last, but the sights were always familiar. It had been a rough war thus far and honestly...he needed a break. And he could think of no other stress reliever then some willing woman to squeeze the stress out.<br/><br/>Walking up to the bar he grinned at the goblin waitress, who he had always seen here. So he ordered his drink from her and sat down on the barstool. She sat down on his lap and sent someone else to get it for him. It was kinda the routine, though they wouldnt sleep with each other...mostly because she was sure he would break her in two. He settled a hand on her thigh and chuckled watching around him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>