Arkain, an 8 foot anthro-morph lizard, walks from out of the storage room. He wipes the sweat off his brow. He looks around the bar seeing the two dragons who entered the pub. They look pretty easy going. Tossing out dragons is never any fun. Countering their magic does not always go well. He hopes for no trouble from them tonight. He steps up to the bar and gestures for a Diet Coke.<br/><br/>"Put away all the boxes, Zhuge. Anything else you need me to do?"