Nodding hastily, he withdrew the stool and perched himself upon it, waving the barkeep over, "E'scuse meh, but could joo be doin a mon a faivah an bring ovah a bowl o' tanight's soup?" Setting a handful on Kirin Tor branded silver pieces on the counter, and leaning his staff against the same, on the side opposite the elves. Then, remembering that he was in a BAR, figured food without drink would be an insult. "An can ya spare some herbal tea mon?" ears still drooped as he shuffled his backpack off and set it down with his staff. This whole place put him on edge, and not in a good way... One ear beginning to twitch. Glancing to the closer elf, he forced a smile, as meek as it may have seemed, onto his face and asked, "So, joo be comin 'ere often?"<br/><br/>While waiting for her reply, he heard a clank on the counter, and saw the barkeep glower as he set down the clay bowl of... Something... Zer tried to accept the spoon, until it was tossed at his chest and fell to the ground... His ears going even lower and eyes wider in dejection and slight fear... He knew the animosity of most people to his kin... "Sorreh, excuse meh," He commented to the two females, before sliding from his chair and to the ground, getting on all fours to hunt down the spoon... Cursing to himself in some obscure dialect of Zandali...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>