While Scar was declining the healers and showing off his victory shout, a Goblin smoking a cigar came up the trapdoor and held up a prototype megaphone that could be heard through every room in the inn. And this is what he had said:<br/><br/>"FOR THOSE O' YA WHO BET FOR THE ORC TO WIN...COME AND GAIN YER RICHES NOW!"<br/><br/>And, as quickly as he had came up, he went back down through the trapdoor to get to the coffer room to start handing out the money for the lucky bidders and count the money he had gain from the suckers. And, in just a few moments, the hulking Orc himself came up and spat on the floor as he righted himself, the wad mixed with saliva and a bit of blood that got into his mouth from the Worgen and his cuts. And his cuts were still there, ignored for the moment until they would turn to scars if they did. Then they would get some of his recognition.<br/><br/>He walked up to the barkeep, seemingly not giving the Orcess any effort of attention he banged his hand on the counter to get the barkeeper's attention. When he did, he lifted his hand and revealed a small pile of silver. Then the Orc's gruff voice came into hearing...revealing that he only had one good tusk...showing that the other was chipped a bit from a battle long ago.<br/><br/>"Bourbon...and keep them commin' till I say I had enough."<br/><br/>The barkeep raised a brow at the Orc then shrugged as he pocketed the silver coins and began to fill a mug with some bourbon liquor and gave it to Scar, who downed it in one go and handed it back to the barkeep for a pre-paid refill. He was going to enjoy as much drink as he could get before going to collect his victory money. Though, he wished he would of had a better fight...three mindless animals were hardly considered a challenge.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>