Molakatar Stonehoof stepped into the tavern and the eyes of those who werent occupied went to him. He was large for a tauren and wearing what seemed to be a mismatch of armor, most of which being plate. What caught some of their eyes was the fact that he seemed uneasy where he was. He had never been in this tavern before honestly, his time and energy having been devoted to fighting wars, and when not fighting he was training.<br/><br/>But now he was in this place...and why? Because his soldiers in his company told him that he needed to relax. It wasnt as if he had never been with a woman before, just not like this. He chuckled and sat down at the bar, the stood groaning a little at his weight. He leaned back a bit and looked around at the people around the room, especially those that did not care who saw what they were doing. Sighing lightly he leaned back a bit and figured he'd wait to see what happens.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>