A deep, voluminous chuckle rolling through floor, chair and everything was emitted from the large tauren in between a very careful sip of his honey-mead: Here was no chucking, gobbling or haphazardly hasty “enjoyment” of his drink. This was an articulate, mindful taste-sampling, a small booze-journey engaged with attentive taste-buds and conscious contemplation.<br/><br/>He would play the role of a Pandaren to an A.<br/><br/>“<b><span style="color: DarkOrange">Well, it serves me right for asking, I guess. If you want to be left alone, don’t ever give anyone the opportunity to act like experts.</span></b>” He continued through a second, deep, warm chuckle that instantly betrayed a composed frame of mind.<br/><br/>“<b><span style="color: DarkOrange">Which is why I got a tad curious – I highly doubt you cames around here to just read a book and display that wonderful snarl of yours to the fidgety newcomers..</span></b>” – the Tauren made a head-jerk to his left, indicating the young boy –<b><span style="color: DarkOrange">“…so I wanted to brave my skin and hear the story that brought you here.</span></b>”<br/><br/>The large bull of a man made an artistic break, before commenting with a lazy gesture:<br/><br/>“<b><span style="color: DarkOrange">It’s just my impression that people ‘round these parts have some pretty interesting thin’s they are pursuing or whats yer’ opinion there?</span></b>”<br/><br/>The goblinoid booze-master wrestled out of the disgruntled grip of the bartender, slowly beginning to make his way to the bar: There was a slight sign of apprehension in this other goblin since the bar currently was stacked with a rather.. colourful cast of characters.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>