Quixl'mesh awakens with a startled look, gazing about the tavern with a quirked eye and noticing the lack of action going on for such a tavern of ill repute. Standing up and rubbing at his sleep deprived eyes, he takes another swig of liquor from whatever bottle happens to be lying about near him and nearly gags. "Bleh! I'm not leaving tonight without some kind of action.,,," Scanning the room, Quixl'mesh becomes quite morose at the lack of females for his huge cock to conquer and plunder. Spotting instead a rather bored looking tauren nearly his own size, he makes his way toward him, a whole other kind of action in mind.<br/><br/>"You there! Cow! Care for a sport of arm wrestling? Whosever arm doesn't break first owes the other all the drinks he could possibly want for the night, Whaddya say, cowman?" Plopping himself down onto a table nearby, he holds his arm upright and ready, his large meaty fist ready for a grapple. "Not like there's much else going on, hm?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>