Dathwed jerked her head, teeth bared slightly in an animalistic look. "I have no patience for you alliance dogs" she said, voice pitching even lower. "And make it a rum, and a bourbon." Her eyes sparked as she deliberately swept one of the coins up, undercutting the man. She nipped the coin before returning it to it's bag with the others. "I'll have no more play from you, dog." Lip curling derisevely, she grabbed both drinks and stomped away to a table, clearly sick of the bar tender.<br/><br/>"Move" she said shortly to the goblins sitting at the table. They moved.<br/><br/>Plopping down, she sprawled out, legs open wide and one boot propped on the opposing bench.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>