Mowlers eyes Wided a bit under his mask when Takal responded to him in his native language.  "the living that comes after it" (draconic) he responded, giving a toast to no one inparticual and slamming the rest of his ale down and then signaling to the barmouse to bring him another  along with sashi's next drink.<br/><br/>mowler waves his claw and bows his head,  looking away from Takal a moment when offered the tabacco.  "I have no pipe of my own, and tend to drool on others. what with the way my mouth is and all" letting his 2 foot tongue flicker out to exagerate his case. "feel free, I enjoy the sssmell".<br/><br/><br/>he continues to sit quitly and taste the air. allowing takal to answer sashi's last question. he was curious himself, there was more to this strange man and what was on the survace.