Mowler sips at his Ale, this tongue Flickering into his mug now and again.<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">"it isnt the taste im after" (draconic)</span>he stated in a low hiss. a retorical responce to takal's critizing of his taste of drink, then taking a large portion of it in with is maw.<br/><br/>it was the first part of a saying his tribe often said befor eating somthing that didnt particualarly taste good. ((its isn't the taste im after, its the living/surviving that goes after it)) to those who didnt understand the draconic tongue it would sound like nothing more than an animal sound. a gentle screetch in which the pitchs changed.<br/><br/><br/>his eyes dart up  from his mug when Sashi askes if her name travels and listens intently to conversation.