(And I am back for more now! Pushing the worgen aside though.)<br/><br/>With steps that shakes the docks quite so violently, the 10 feet tall, bulky, black bull slowly approaches Booty Bay's tavern. The size of this muscly, bull-like being is quite intimidating indeed and the fierce looks in his somewhat aged facial appearance does not make him any less scary. The golden ring pierced in his nose bounces with his every step and he soon stands before the, compareable, smaller door of the tavern. He grunts, displeased by the size and he crouches down, clumsily getting himself through the door and into the drinking hall. He stands upright, a smile spreading on his muzzle, obviously pleased about the fact that the hall has far more room for one his size as opposed to the entrance.<br/><br/>He is scandily dressed, not one piece of cloth, leather or armor on his torso, this large bull appears to have preferred the far more primal approach, wearing nothing but a loincloth, but it might be due to the humid heat of the jungle and the short, black fur-coat covering his whole body. He steps towards a table and a couple of chairs and he pulls out one chair to sit on it. A loud<i>thump</i>comes from his direction soon after he sits and as he suspected the chair broke under his weight and he is now sitting on top of the broken chair. A small goblin angrily approaches him, the large bull looks in her direction as she stands at his side now scolding him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>