<strong>Xholkrox</strong><br/><br/>The young T'Skrang didn't much care for the grumpy old lizard or the way he talked to him but he decided that if he ever got that old then he'd be grumpy as well.<br/><br/>Seeing as his shift on guard duty was over the option of going to the inn or going to see the women's council didn't really give him much problem. The inn won over everything, he knew that his friends would probably be already in there and the chance of having a flagon of ale, some decent conversation and the possibility that one day he might actually manage to lose his virginity was all the coercion he needed.<br/><br/>Smiling at the old T'Skrang, Xholkrox bowed as courtly as he possibly could and picked his hoes up on his way down. Standing up the younger T'Skrang defly slipped his feet into the leg coverings and after a quick adjustment of his tail pulled them up to his waist, fastening to lacing with a stylish knot he stood hands on hips while he imagined just how dashing he looked<br/><br/>"That is a charge that I will gladly accept, the inn is always welcome and the company of such a fine and venerable personage such as your self will be a pleasure beyond price" after retrieving his Doublet from the staging area he slipped that on too, all that was left was his hat.<br/><br/>Nothing would part him from the exuberance he chose to wear. Made from the finest quality felt and with a plume of bright orange feathers he though it made quite a statement. It lay on the wooden decking on top his bow with a flick of his tail catapulted both into the air where he caught the bow in the one hand, the hat in the other and with a theatrical twirl sat if upon his head. "Perhaps you would allow me to buy you one of the good inn keepers finest ales and you would regal me with tales of your daring do, adventures on the high seas and  battles with pirates?"<br/><br/>