<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Krogan<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Scout/Assassin<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Krogan Combat Armour<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Galley<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Reunion<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Kandok<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Drack was remembering why he hadn't gone out of his way to visit Kandok as he watched him swagger into the room and sit at the table.<br/>“There’s no accounting for taste, since she married you,” the old krogan grunted.  “A pyjak on fire and alcohol huh?  Humans have some weird tastes.”<br/>After the other krogan filled their glasses, he took one of them and held it up in a toast, “May our enemies be worth killing, because if they’re not, we’ll find something that is.”<br/>Not how a proper Rite of Union was supposed to go, but they were both krogans of the galaxy.  Drack wasn’t a strict adherent to the krogan ways, it was enough to go through the motions and get into the spirit of things rather than the letter.  Not that Kandok would understand letters to begin with, the dumb pyjak.<br/><br/>Downing half of the glass instead of sipping like he was supposed to, Drack swished it around inside of his mouth, his expression growing more confused the more he tasted.  Finally swallowing the whiskey down, he looked at the bottle in puzzlement.<br/>“This drink barely has any teeth to, it’s hard to tell there’s alcohol in here.  I get where you’re going with the roasted pyjak, tastes like someone took some peat and set it on fire.  Also tastes like I bit into some kind of tree.  But there’s some other things too.”<br/>The old krogan finished the rest of the glass, letting it slosh around in his mouth before finishing, “It’s sweet, why is it sweet?  There’s a creamy sweetness to it.  And some kind of fruity flavour too.  Is whiskey supposed to taste like someone set a fruit tree growing in a bog on fire?”<br/>Drack grabbed the whiskey bottle from Kandok and topped up his glass again.<br/>“Not bad though,” he conceded.  “Grows on you."<br/><br/>“So, Ness still keeps you around?” he asked as he tried sipping the drink like a human would.  “I thought she would have twisted your quads off one at a time by now.  How’s that going for you?”<br/>Honestly, he didn’t know much about Ness.  He didn’t even remember her name until Kandok said it.  But he’d rather eat one of his livers than pass on an opportunity to give the krogan a hard time.  Besides, anyone willing to marry him had to be tough, so it was a safe bet Ness would be an asari who could headbutt back.