Gomdar eyes the loud orc as he enters, raising his mug to him as he passes by, The markings and tattoos covering the arm he raised marked him as a General, and a Veteran. He swigs his drink and stands, walking to the bar and setting it down"Another, and the Special, Another round for the bar as well, Ill be finding my way to Draenor soon enough and i feel like spreading the joy around.." he laughs as he tosses down another bag of gold. His gaze traces the Women groping at each-other, smirking as he looks out to the Tavern."I would not want to be the cleaner around here..." he chuckles as he leans on the bar.<br/><br/>After a time the Chef bring him a large slab of Boar ribs in spicy sauce, and another Ale. He takes it back to his table and begins eating, still keeping an eye on the other patrons.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>