<b>"Damn doors!"</b>Zu'tal grunted, his head sore from bashing it against the doorframe on the way inside. The giant of a troll didn't frequent bars, or really civilization for the most part. But when tell of a bar specifically designed to suit it's patron's carnal desires.. Well, there was only so much a curious troll could do to keep himself from going to see it with his own eyes, yes? In all honesty, he hadn't expected the scene before him inside the raunchiest of whorehouses.. Though something about the promise of strong ale, perpetually horny bargoers and a single building surely filled to the brim with busty women and strapping men alike.. Who exactly could keep away? Nobody that's who.<br/><br/>Though even with his savagery and trollish wiles, Zu'tal was just a -tad- overwhelmed with the sensations that his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were assaulted with. A drink! Yes! That would probably help him get into the swing of things, no? Well. Hopefully. Zu'tal didn't really drink often. And he'd been called a flirty drunk before.. Eh, fuck it. Surely it couldn't get him into any more trouble than he'd get into sober. With a crisp inward breath, sex, sweat, and beer filled his nose and the giant of a troll stalked toward the bar; his right hand fishing into a pouch of coins that he kept fastened to his waist. His wardrobe likely didn't help him fit in either. Zu'tal wore a leather harness drawn across his chest and stomach, with knee-length trunks. His hair pulled into a long set of black dredlocks that hung down past his shoulderblades. Taking a seat on a barstool and sliding a three-digited hand onto the bar, Zu'tal called out for the bartender,<b>" Dere anytin' in dis place close ta firewata'? Need ta take de edge off, ya know."</b><br/><br/>(( Also first time forum-RPer here, don't mind me. Or do mind me. Mind me a lot. <3 I could use the love. ))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>