Okor grunted as he sauntered with clear indications of his presence. The streets was crowding but people avoided him as he wielded a bloody axe in his right hand. His armour slightly scratched as he had gotten into a fight while resting a few days ago in one of the few abandoned cities from the era before now. He looked back and forth briefly till he found the very place he had looked for. A brothel people said but the only reason he was interested in it... The Dvergar ale that nobody else served for a reason that was beyond his understanding. The armoured man took steady steps forward as he gave a evil glare through his helmet at the guards whom stiffened up. Clearly wanting to look tougher than they were. He gave a bit of a joking aggression step toward them and they backed a lil. As he walked in he saw how the guards were dispatched and replace by a set of new ones. Once inside. The atmosphere was quite warming but he didn't really know what was up with the decoration.<br/><br/>He looked a bit confused for a moment there. Standing in his armoured self as he walked up toward the bar where a waitress would be.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange"><b> " Uhm, Been looking back and forth and heard you... Of all places had Dvergar ale? "</b></span>, he added as he slowly dropped a large knapsack bag from his shoulder onto a stool and fished his gloved hand into it and placed a seemingly expensive Golden jewellery with clear indication of a good smith.  " And do you take this for payment? ", he added. He didn't really have coins, nor the fire to melt and make some. But the jewellery it self was at least five golden coins melted down. He gave a look to his right and left, noticing the fey creature that looked a bit... Interesting to him.<br/><br/>He shrugged his shoulders with an audible rustle as he gazed forward once more, staring toward Vesvesa. She would see no eyes staring back at her. Simply blackness as the cloth piece that hid his face did its job well by hiding his face. Him staring at her, she cannot stare back into his eyes or on his pale figure. He tapped his fingers, trying to pressure the woman to reply.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>