The large troll blinked at the half-elf, momentarily shifting as if expecting an attack, before his eyes trailed down to take in her ample cleavage. He curled his lips around his tusks and put on an attempt to smile, but it failed utterly.<br/><br/>"My name be ratha long, but ya can call me Sokar." He tapped one of the vials on his belt as he sniffed the air, picking up a few pleasant scents among the sea-reek. He tilted his head to the side and turned to face the half-elf, "And what might I be callin' you, girly? And I don' think ya be thinkin' of drinks, right?" This time the failed smile quickly curled into a toothy grin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>