<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;">DATE:</span></strong>18th December 2174 CE, Late Afternoon<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/>“Peat, is that what that is?  Humans burned peat to make this?”<br/>Looking down at his glass, Drack tried to fathom what could convince someone to take a look at peat and decide it should be used for making alcohol.  Then he remembered what it took to make ryncol and shrugged.  Well, it turned out whoever first made scotch knew what they were doing.  It was almost inspirational, and the krogan wondered what else could be made into alcohol.  Maybe one day, when he was too old to go out on jobs, he'd start his own distillery and experiment.  Any further musings on the future were interrupted by Kandok's obnoxious slurping.  It was so loud and sounded rather obnoxious, he wanted to punch the other krogan out and take his drink.  On the other hand, maybe he knew something that Drack didn't.  Delicately holding his glass, the old krogan sipped at his drink more noisily than he would have, though not as loud as Kandok, and was pleasantly surprised by the way the aroma opened up.  Maybe he wouldn't hit Kandok after all.<br/><br/>Drack snorted when he saw the other krogan look around nervously, “She might not be the queen of the universe, but she's definitely the queen of yours by the looks of it.”<br/>It didn't take a genius to realize that anyone who was willing to stay married to Kandok was someone who was capable of keeping him in line.  Someone with a weak will wouldn't last long and Kandok didn't look like the type who liked submissive women.  He couldn't imagine just how often their living quarters needed to be repaired.<br/>“Wait, she wants babies and you told her she was too young?” he asked incredulously before bursting into uproarious laughter.  Other people were looking at his direction as he pounded the table with a large hand, rattling their glasses and the bottle of scotch.<br/>“No wonder she shot at you.  If Ness is thinking about having babies, that means she's moved on to the matron stage.  That puts her at a few centuries old at least, which is well past when krogan normally start breeding.”<br/><br/>He swirled the scotch in his glass, letting it aerate that way instead, “Don't sling pyjak shit at me and tell me it's ammo, what's really going on here?”