Chang grinned at the woman's reply and simply patted his rounded gut as he says,"I'd more thank my friend here for that victory, but you can call me Chang...short for Mou-Chang Strongbrew. And, as the family name applies, I am a brewmaster, also a very accomplished chef! I had a big name back on the Floating Isle, as you all non-Pandarens like to call him, due to my brew and food."<br/><br/>He chuckled and set his walking stick and keg back down before sitting. He took one of the flagons of ale and downed it quickly before saying,"And I've heard that, from the two sides of this 'war'...there is the Dwarves...and the Ogres. Now, I haven't had the pleasure to drink to an Ogre yet, but these Dwarves aren't too much of a problem! Drink is a way of life, even way back on Pandaria! Or, at least I've been told so, anyways. I'm sure many Pandarens would make easy work of any Dwarf!"<br/><br/>While waiting for replies, the Pandaren started to stroke his chin in thought. Though, the others wouldn't be telling that he was actually thinking, he still kept up that smile and sunny disposition, but in actuality he was thinking about that Goblin that was giving them contracts. Certainly he should, in the very least, be on his way to this tavern to find mercenaries. He started to wonder when he was going to get here.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>