<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div>Beginning to feel as out of place as a rhino at an exclusive giraffes only club, Weom stood, almost toppling the servant whence from her position hovering above his groin, and began to consider to leave. He was no diplomat and finding the answers to the questions for such a quest was not something he found easy. So he went to the bar and ordered a drink. Perhaps a quick pint before be departed would be just what he needed to feel a little less like a fifth carriage wheel.<br/><br/>While he drank he watched the others, who had entered the bar from the group, as they progressed through the investigation. It seemed from his prospective that they were doing well. All he was good for was fighting and at this very moment drinking it seemed. He would wait here for now. Perhaps luck would shine on him while he drank. Who knows. He looked to the whence who he had been with for a good while now as she gathered up her petticoats and made a beeline for the back room. He had gotten nothing of interest regarding the bat from her and she charged to much for what he wanted sexually anyway. So he took his first sip of his beer as he from time to time looked upon Storm and the others.<br/>