At first the man didn't pay the elf too much mind, he merely drank from his mug and set his eyes forward. He grunted, agitation clear on his face as he turned his head away from the man. It fell instead on one of the serving girls, a lithe human who looked as if she could have been made of paper. "Yeah." He grunts out and takes another slow drink before he turns on his stool and with a single nod acknowledges Ash's bow. His free hand juts out, thick palm open for a shake. "The names Valzaro, I'm a smith. Well I used to be a smith, lately I've been doing some odd mercenary work for the army. It's not bad, but it leaves a fella' bored after everything is said and done." He let the conversation drop there, his lightly bearded face dull as he took a few slow sips from his ale. The awkwardness of the silence grew on him however, far heavier than he expected with the elf and only after a few sips he found himself again turning in his seat. He leaned back against the bar, casually drinking his ale as he watched the cow woman preform her eager blowjob. "Well, y'know they are made for each other. I mean if she couldn't handle a bull like that I can't imagine anyone that could."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>