Upon hearing no reply, Jack just shrugged and lit the cigar, then stuffed the cigar box and lighter away. Then the rum came and sighed, he wasn't fond of rum, but he would take it if it was strong. He took a couple of puffs from his cigar and then reached for the drink before he saw the ashtray. He looked down at it and then his good eye widened when he saw it was a mirror bottom.<br/><br/>Before the woman moved it away, she would see a grin on his face. When she took her hand off the ashtray, Jack put the cigar on there to rest for a bit and then leaned back in his stool, still looking at the woman from the other side of his hat. He then grunted in amusement as both of his hands went to his hat.<br/><br/>"Clever little wench...I take it that you're the owner of this establishment...At least someone is having the nerve to show those half-sized bastards how to run a business." Then he had slid his hat behind him, over his gun, showing that there was a secure string that pressed against his neck as the hat rested over his shotgun. And then, his face and head was visible. The stone toned, chizzled face with the rugged beard, rough skin, eyepatch on his right eye, long ears, green left eye, and short, black hair.<br/><br/>He had a crooked grin on his face as he reached for the rum and, making a mock toast to the bartender, downed the rum in one go and put the glass back down on the counter, motioning for a refill. He then leaned back onto the counter and took the flask, putting that back into his coat pocket and shook his head at the woman with that crooked grin still on his face.<br/><br/>"Hope you don't mind my kind, missy...Considerin' that I don't see many Horde 'round these parts. But, just thought ya like ta know...As long as no one messes with me, you won't be gettin' any problems." He chuckled a bit as he reached for his cigar and took a puff from it before putting it back down, blowing out the black smoke and looked up at the woman, gauging what she would appear to be thinking.<br/><br/>"Though, I got to hand it to ya...I reckon that it ain't easy tryin' to run a business with all the puntable midget business men runnin' 'bout."<br/><br/>*******************<br/><br/>Elizabeth was sure that she was going to make contact with the tent...be able to rip it to shreds and get at that man that was holding the two women within hostage.<br/><br/>But, sadly, she heard a click as her back claw hit the ground and something metal. Fearing the worse, she looked down and noticed that, all of a sudden, her body was slowly starting to freeze up, halting her in mid-air and knocked the wind out of her lungs.<br/><br/>She tried to break-free, but it was no use as now, she was giant living ice sculpture. She was aware of what was going on around her, but she couldn't do anything until whether the trap wore off, or the Troll freed her...both weren't ideal for her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>