The fox stuck it's head out as the bag was set down, glancing around but making no noise, just looking about.  As she sat down, the troll glanced her way, gave a drunken smile and muttered something in a language she couldn't understand.  The elf behind the bar - his cybered hands making drinks with expert precision and handing them to the troll - soon turned to her, smiled, and worked his way over, shooting glances at the troll now and then.<br/><br/>"Eh, I agree." she replies in Mandarin, nodding and handing a menu "Standard beach and seafood affair, I recommend the shrimp meals; real shrimp, a tad pricy yes, but definitely worth it believe you me.  And what sort of news were you looking for?  Quite a bit happens around here, it's just a matter of what sort of 'happening' you're looking for... by the way..."<br/><br/>He leaned in close, first glancing at the fox curiously - which was looking at him too - shaking his head, then nodded to the troll who seemed fascinated by the presence of the new elf.<br/><br/>"How drunk do you think he is?  He was speaking slurred German coming in here with his tusks, and I can never tell with trolls, especially since I've seen one down an entire bottle of Everclear in one go." he muttered, a tad concerned "Not sure if I should cut him off or not..."