Setting the instrument down, the rogue shook hands with the smaller creatures, nodding to each before sliding from the stool. Landing on the flats of his feet, his cloaks fell shut about him, casting the man's being into obscurity once more, the shoulder pads keeping it spread enough it would be unnoticed of he was to draw something from his belt. The hem of the cloaks barely touched the floor, as he moved now like a ghost, in a steady, gliding motion, as if he was not in fact walking. Returning to his place, now alone on the far end of the bar, he once more hauled himself up onto the stool, looking every bit like a weak old man as he does so. bony fingers curling about the wooden edge of hte bar as he nods to the head barkeep, "Another wine, if you will." Free hand dropping coin upon the countertop as he rested his elbows with the coin, head bowed and body leaning in to chit chat with the barman once more...<br/><br/>Mostly about the variety of women tonight, "So, ever been with a human Gi~" The greenskin's question dieing in his throat from the extra fowl glare he was getting. "Oh, Er... So... Draenei?"<br/>"They have a fetish for having their neck tentacles nibbled." The rogue stated, in a bored tone, "Orc?"<br/>"Why doya think I got this here limp?" The boozemerchant smirked, his tattered left ear twitching.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>