Mou-Chang sighed to himself as he relaxed in his seat, letting the sweet alcohol go through his system. With how much this Pandaren drinks, you'd figure that he would be dead a long time ago. But, not really...if anything, he was just getting a little past tipsy...he still had control over himself. He really was a foe to be reckoned with when it came to drinks...but hey, that's what you get with an experienced brewmaster.<br/><br/>The Pandaren lazily looked around at the inn, watching the customers go about their business. He always liked the taverns back in his homeland, on that giant swimming turtle. Though, the inns around here were vastly different. For one, things seemed a bit...darker, around here. Lucrative deals going around, meetings you were better off not knowing about going on, and sense of danger around ever corner. Plus, the waitresses were treated like bags of flesh rather than people. At least back 'home' there was some bit of respect.<br/><br/>He sighed at that thought, realizing that things just ran different in these foreign lands. There was no way to help solve that. He was about to ask a waitress for some more drink when he noticed a comely looking human girl, even though she was encased in heavy armor, sitting by a window...alone and seemingly in deep thought. The brewmaster raised a brow at this and wondered what she was doing all by herself...not many people were without company in these lands...or, at least in its taverns. But, before he could even think about going up to her and talk...<br/><br/>A Troll came in and started to try and chat with the girl, or at least it seemed that way since he just flopped himself into a seat at the same table.. But, it didn't really seem like she was interested in having a conversation. In fact, it seemed like she was out right ignoring the Troll. And, to make things a bit stranger...the Troll seemed as if he was sticking around. It seemed as if the Troll wasn't going to be moving from that table. And, you know Chang...he didn't like awkward moments in a tavern of any kind.<br/><br/>He got a waitress's attention and got a few flagons of mead. He picked up his walking stick (which actually seemed like it was able to carry his giant keg no problem!), grabbed the ale and started to go over to the table. He was going to give them a surprised as, when he got to their table, he slammed the flagons of ale down and boasted,"Why  the solemn looks, my friends? Can't you read the atmosphere? Now is a time to be drinking, not being depressed! Drink and be merry!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>