Elderi walked over to the busy bar, having not found anything to his liking on the menu drinks-wise. Sitting upon a stool, Elderi's hand became a small hammer and he knocked three times on the bar top, each bellowing a loud thud. The room smelled very strange, and a static of electricity seemed to hold the very air together. 

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The half-troll before him was large. Perhaps a veteran warrior, he would of made an excellent opponent in the arena. Though he would probably have been a bit of a handful, at least while Elderis hands were this size. Many others were among the patrons of the tavern but Elderi was not one too speak without being spoken too.

He, however, would brake this rule to say " [color=8493ca]A plate of your special, and your finest whispering wine![/color] " as he was hungrier than a Jarkuller Monstrosity. His hands shifted back to normal.