Ash'therion glanced to the human at the bar, smirking particularly at his comment.<span style="color: #b30000">"It seems so. That woman seems to handling him much better than I expect the other waitresses would." </span>The man chuckled poshly to himself and took a long drink from his ale. He gestured with his drinking hand, a weak point as he clutched the horn, toward one of the maidens who serviced the brothel.<span style="color: #b30000"> "I imagine she, for example, would be in two halves by the end of it."</span>The man turned to the human and bowed his head in greeting.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"Captain Dal'serrar. Call me Ash if you would care for something simpler."</span>He inclined his chin as to gesture for reciprocation. The man briefly mulled over the human's scars and his signs of smithing, and seemed to hold such qualities in esteem. In another world, Ash'therion might have been attracted to the man, but in this case he was far more interested in the comfort of women. Still, a small chat to pass the time until something caught one of their eyes would keep the Sin'dorei and human occupied.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>