Man's eyes seem to set on the undead elf and the orc, as they both crash into each other. Somewhat taken some sort of an interest, hoping there might be an argument or even a brawl between the two, but as orc cowers away, being "intimidated", by in Rayland's opinion, not so intimidating elf, he chuckles out, speaking out to himself.<br/><br/>"Well, this obviously is new age we live in. Taverns are open for walking dead and orcs are afraid of elves. What next, all men will wear kilts and women will rule the world? With whips and shackles, ha!*<br/><br/>Still amused the human flips a golden coin at the barmaid, paying for the refill of his whiskey glass. Now the saidaid glass doesn't waste time to be let rest over his lower lip, as Ray lifts it, now enjoying the bitter alcohol flow down his throat. Suddenly his eyes run across half of the tavern, gazing towards the newly arrived blood elf girl, clearly having some sort of an interest or perhaps hints of curiosity as he lets himself enjoy inspecting the young woman longer - her clothing, curves and even that slim and feminine figure!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>