Lorran smiled. "A gunman is still a fighter! He simply fights farther away than anyone else!" he chuckled and poured a few more drinks for the half-breed, draenei and the gunman. "Dirty half-breed? M'lady, to me it seems you've only got the bountifulness of both races!" he let out a bolsterous laughter. Thankfully the flow of customers had grown slow now and Lorran had time to lean against the counter peering at the interesting trio.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>