Beating his knuckles on the bar for a tune and bobbing his head still, Tojara sang. "He bore once more to his native shore, farewell to the raging main. The Wyvern's Tail, twas beckoning, with the ale to ease his pain." As his voice carried over the crowds, the doors opened and a the Troll from his ship entered the bar making his way past the crowd of people drinking, rutting or feasting. Rev'vos approached the bar next to Tojara smiling as he took a seat next to his friend. Raising his mug to the Troll as he joined him, the Orc finished his song. "But there on the shore were the sisters four with a bundle upon each knee...." He then back handed Rev'vos on shoulder and raised his voice for the last bit of the tune. "There were three little girls and a bastard boy and they all looked just like he!" Rev'vos laughed, joined by the Dwarven bar tender and a few others nearby who had been listening. Spinning around in his seat as he picked up his mug, Rev'vos looked around the room with a smirk. "I see ya be finding another fine drinkin hole me brotha. Lot's of pretty things for the eye to look upon."<br/><br/>Smirking and turning around to face his plate of ribs, Tojara chuckled. "Thought you might approve. How the Fel are you here though? Thought you'd be stuck on the ship working." Rev'vos spun around and rested his elbows on the bar and grinned as he held up a large sack of coins. "Me and da boys had one more friendly game of dice to see if one more of us could get off da ship. Me hands were on fire me brotha!" Tojara laughed as he took a bite into the first rib, the meat pulling straight off the bones. He chewed and slapped his friend on the back. "Glad you can join me after all. Now what do you say we get ourselves into some trouble with a couple of well paid women?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>