Lazily swirling his drink, he arched a brow as the orc entered... Seldom, in his experience, did they favor the styling of elves... Though, it was a curious change, beholding a wild woman made tamed by cultures not her own. Yet, he held doubt to her passivity. She weaved ancient, powerful magic with an easy, as if second nature... A shamaness of generous prowess, to complament her generous appearance... Perhaps it was time he play again? Perhaps later... The scent of her person, and her perfume mingled with the coppery tange of his drink...<br/><br/>"Barkeep..." His haggard, almost weezy voice called, the owner was busy elsewhere, and the rogue really didn't know, or at the moment care about the new employee's name.<br/>"Y-yea?" The new guy knew to be careful... Good.<br/>"A glass of bloodwine, for the dancing, artist... Whichever sort, is most popular to orcs..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>