Leaning back in the wooden stool at the bar Zephyr was interested to say the least, it seemed like everyone here was rather wealthy, or at least had something of value. His fingers twitched around the empty mug and thought about ways to get around them. He had thought of seducing the fox girl, however she seemed to be the least valuable target.<br/><span style="color: DarkGreen"><b><br/>
“Just tell the girls to stay well and out of trouble.”</b></span>]He kept the conversations going around him wanting to not look like he was planning something. His mask helped a lot with that in that it covered the grin he held on his face.<br/><br/>Standing up and pushing the stool into place with a small kick, he rubbed his temples at the Gaints words<b><span style="color: DarkGreen"> “Are we ever going to get used to that? Or will it always feel like my heads a banana every time you speak?” </span></b>Chuckling a little he spotted the coin purse around the metal man's belt.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkGreen">“You my friend are quite something aren't you? A half elf? An Ogre?”</span></b>He was being very blunt but it seemed like a game to him, guessing the race of someone he could not see. The irony did not escape him at that.<br/><br/>He pulled the stool he was sitting on to make a sort a semi circle around him, the fox girl and the giant.<b> <span style="color: DarkGreen">“If I guess you have to buy drinks for everyone”</span></b>He joking commented not meaning it in the slightest.<b><span style="color: DarkGreen">“Giant, or maybe a really big human?</span></b>” He paused<b><span style="color: DarkGreen">]“Oh, a fey using magic to move a big suit of armor! Imagine that a tiny little pixie in that big suit”</span></b>He had forgotten about the little fey sitting not to far from him. He turned to look at her remembering the existence of the small thing<b>. <span style="color: DarkGreen">“Do you want to live in a big suit like that?”</span></b>Asking jovially.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>