Leaning back against the counter, Omicra watches the Orc and Goblin continue to ravage the pleasure drunk Dreanei, his attention is briefly taken from those three to see the blood elf new comer and offers her a brief nod. He turns slightly when the bartender taps on his shoulder and places the tankard before Omicra who then places a few coins in the bartender's hand, a soft chuckle escaping his hidden lips at the confusion clear on the man's face as he no doubt wondered how the hooded male would drink the ale. "Do not worry your mind with that question.." Omicra's calm voice drifted to the bartender's ears before he turned back to watch the threeway, holding the tankard in both hands.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>