Taking another swig of his ale, he continued singing as his eyes kept wandering around the Tavern. "He got the call from foreign shores to go and fight the foe, and he thought no more of the sisters four though they cried to see him go." Behind him his order of boar ribs arrived as he nodded and slapped another coin on the table. He rose his mug to the Orc officer as he entered and raised his mug to him in return as he approached the bar. Tossing back the rest of his ale only to have it refilled after thanks to the free round. "He sailed away on a ship, the Doom Blade was her name. They'd all fall down when the rum went round, then get up and drink again!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>