"Heh, well, a lot of people in this establishment follow my line a' work!" Lor exclaimed as she laid her right hand on the mace's ornamented grip, squeezing and feeling it up as if getting ready for a brawl while she finished the last of her whiskey "I'm honestly surprised that you are a trader, this place," she said moving her hand in a circling motion to represent the tavern "Is both a place of rest and an outpost fer adventurers to find work... Horde, Alliance. Doesn' matter.". As she finished her tirade she called a barmaid over and order another round in her native tongue.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>