The neatly dressed worgen soon lifts his head, snarling at the small imp. He lifts his hand and waves it through the air, smacking the small and already bruised imp. The imp is sent flying and lands hard on the floor. The worgen then lets out a frustrated sigh as he folds up the map and packs it into a small back fitting for the tiny imp. He rises from the table while giving the small demon a stern glance, the imp just looks back up, uncharacteristically fearful of the slender worgen. He then nods and walks up to the bar, demanding wine served in a glass, but he had no such luck which only seemed to frustrate him even more. He shook his head clearly wanting no trouble with the bruisers and he ordered a mug of dwarven ale. He quickly glances over the other patrons, the troll and draenei though gets a longer stare and an approving smirk. He turns his gaze away from the female play, turning his attention to his front. The small imp sits silently on the floor not moving anywhere at all.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>