He got up and joined her at her table, hoping the intrusion was forgiven. “That would make sense, I'm on my way back there now, thought I'd stop here.”<br/><br/>He tipped his head back drinking whole heartedly half the large mug to start off with. He set his crossbow, but leaning against the table with the point at the ground. He put the mug back down on the table. “So miss...” He paused letting her time to tell him her name “I hope you don't mind me asking, what brings you to this tavern selling rum from quite a long walk away.”<br/><br/>He had rode it on his worm, who he had left outside, trying to imagine how it must look. A worm taller than any man sitting outside a bar roped to the same logging you would tie a horse to. He'd hate to be that horse.<br/><br/>He turned his attention to the bloodelf “How about joining us?” And then to the Succubus, “Two more mugs for my new friends?” He sighed “Just open a tab” And stuck his long wolfish tongue out at the succubus in a more childish manner.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>