<strong>Name:</strong>Orc Bartender<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bar<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shizuru, Taurus<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The charcoal-skinned orc looked down at the fiery (literally and figuratively) redhead like someone studying a long-time acquaintance, though the odds of one encountering a being like him and forgetting were rather low, even for a misanthropic demoness. Turning without a word, he went to the massive wall of liquor at his back and grabbed the requested brew without needing to search, next grabbing a small glass and setting it before her. It was strange, seeing such thick, barbaric fingers acting so deftly to handle the bottle and pour the sake without spilling a drop, but the orc had clearly been doing this for years. Twisting the cap back onto the bottle, he nudged her glass closer to her and put the drink back on the shelf. "I hope you came well-prepared; you know demons don't allow debts to go away easily, so imagine combining that with a human," the orc told her in a hushed voice, smirking as he stepped back and went about his business. He didn't seem to mean it threateningly, rather teasing about her situation in the friendliest way one could expect from an orc, but the fact that he knew of her debt wasn't a good sign of what Marchosias expected from her.<br/><br/>Spotting what could have been mistaken for a minotaur at first glance further down the bar, the massive orc moved further away from Shizuru and stepped in front of the bovine entity, leaning his hands on the counter and eyeing him with curiosity. "What'll be, doctor?" he asked in a rumbling tone, almost challenging him to deny he was who the bartender already knew he was.