Snorting through his nose to conjure up a nice big glob of snot, he releases the foul loogy onto the crumpled body of his latest victim, his way of closing the deal and signing off. Now that the haze of bitter rage and adrenaline begins to lift, Quixl'mesh isn't even quite sure the human started the fight, but the huge Draenei man sure as hell ended it. No matter, he supposed, fights like this always happen in a seedy little town like Booty Bay, and humans reproduce like rats. One gone due to a simple misunderstanding was hardly worthy of any notice. Still though, it would be nice to lay low for a bit, and despite the overwhelming odds against him, the human still put up a pretty damn good fight, enough of one that Quixl'mesh was beginning to lose his buzz, and after finally getting some down time after seven straight months of fighting on the front lines of old Draenor, that was simple unacceptable for him.<br/><br/>Exiting out of the dark alleyway he somehow found himself in in the first place, he trotted off to the one place he knew he could get into the best kinds of trouble in. The giant Draenei could already see the swinging sign and its crude imitation of a loving blowjob as shadows danced off of the setting sun, walking up to the two troll guards with a barely noticeable nod to each as he stepped into the tavern in a brutish sort of way, taking in all the sights and sounds of the peculiar tavern with piqued interest. Even with the varied sorts of peoples a place like this attracted, Quixl'mesh could still be spotted out in a heartbeat. At eight feet with two inches to spare and a physique comparable to a mountain, Quixl'mesh attracted all sorts of attention to himself, good and bad. Honestly he could do with both tonight. A good fight or fuck was exactly what he needed, maybe both at the same time. And with a cock at a foot long with two inches to spare as well, his height wasn't the only thing to catch attention from the ladies. Sitting himself down at the bar, a casual flick of the wrist towards the bartender was all that was needed to conjure up a drink for himself. Taking his drink, he mused that he was already a better talent than most mages for that sort of thing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>