<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/c1/74/f6/c174f682878b41e087f4956ea9839eb2.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Halaster Mahngda<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Kings Landing/Silk St.<br/><hr/><br/>It seemed odd but Halaster was both pleased and not at the same time. The mutt elf was pleasing to the eye but, as was usual, they had nothing reminiscent of the brews from his homeland. Not surprising really but he had hoped for a least a good northern brew, which she claimed to have. Wrapping a probing hand around the back of the half breeds leg he gave her an exaggerated wink. Halaster was aware that nothing would come of the advance but he was still going to enjoy himself. In a low gravely voice "A pitcher of the brown sweetness." he raised his voice intentionally so that the room could hear him. "Show these silk swaddled milk drinkers how to really drink." He released her leg with a swat on the ass. Watching her go he then stood up and headed to the cloak rack near the door. Making a display of removing his road coat so that his weapons could be seen by all. Each was a massive one handed weapon and the thought that he wielded them both was clear by how they were worn. Still facing the wall he hung his coat, rolled his neck as it popped loudly then undid his weapons belt and turned back to his seat, dropping the harness over the back of the chair.<br/>Looking over at the gnome with a nod "And some meat." as if he was still ordering from minutes early. He flopped back down in his seat and scanned the room once again. Not likely any of them were worth a fight. He had gotten stiff over the past week with nothing but riding and baby setting to be done. Pulling his dagger from his boot and planting it in the table he sneered to himself and shook his head slightly. Hell these wern't fighting men anyhow. He should have headed toward the docks instead.<em>My fucking dagger is probably bigger than these fucks swords.</em>he muttered.