<i>"I have travelled a great distance abroad and I have never encountered one of your kind"</i>, said the warrior before looking around for the elven tender. Feeling oddly sociable, he even went so far as to talk to the fey directly,<i>"Mirri is an exquisite name. And pride certainly becomes you."</i><br/><br/>As the bar grew more crowded with more interesting characters the bartender returned with a large green bottle simply labeled 'Oil' and put it down in front of the behemoth, nervously. Taking up the bottle between his fingers gently, he swishes it about and looked inside. Appraising it like a fine wine, he noted the viscosity of the liquid before putting the bottle back down.<i>This will do. Thank you kindly."</i>, rumbled the warrior before he reached down to a small pouch near his sheath and retrieved several coins and softly slamming them onto the table.<i>"This should cover both the oil and a shot of your top shelf liqour to the Tailed One next to me."</i><br/><br/>Turning to her, he spoke once again, attempting to keep his voice on a manageable frequency,<i>"I assume your distress is due to my voice, I am truly sorry miss...?"</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>