Hrokar sits quietly by his table now knowing that he is currently there only to add a little to the atmosphere. He looks towards the bar and catches the glance of one of the many wenches, lifting on palm he calls one to his table only to order a large, dwarven stout which is swiftly served, still in a mug that is far smaller than himself despite it being the largest of mugs. Hrokar shrugs at the size of the little mug and takes a gently hold around it and lifts it to his mouth, swallowing all of the liquid in one go, the large tauren must have been in this place for quite some times having only been drained of energy due to a draenei barmaid and a dwarven patron and thus forced into a short rest, as of now he seems energetic and unfazed despite the various drinks he have already had, although that might not be a surprise to anyone considering his massive size and the compareable small cups, mugs and flasks of alcoholic liqours.<br/><br/>He pushes himself a little away from the table and thus offers all gazes in the bar a good look at his cloth covered manhood which rests nicely down along his thigh, the head having finally been covered by the thin fabric yet still quite clear. He looks across the floor only to find that his teared loincloth is still lying on the floor and he chuckles at the sight of it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>