Orren was enjoying the fact that he was no longer on his feet; it had been a long a day. He didn't enjoy, however, being surrounded by all sorts of strange creatures he'd never even seen before. They ranged from a green giant to a talking cat. Seriously, where do these assholes keep coming from? He found himself hunkered over the counter in an attempt to ignore them, impatiently waiting on his drink. Talgan alcohol tolerance was embarrassingly low; one mug of mead would have his spirits considerably lifted. Until the damn thing was placed in front of him.

Orren leaned over to peer at the tiny creature in his mug, his lips curled back in a snarl. His sharp teeth showed: all points and accompanied by four, large canines. He was a pretty menacing little monster when he wanted to be, which, for the record, was often. He growled as the tiny thing crawled out of his cup and began to challenge him, as if it thought it had a chance. Orren could squish it with one thumb. Instead, he plucked it up by the wings, his claws dangerous close to the glittering paper. 

"Bartender, what the fuck is the meaning of this?! There's a frilly cockroach in my drink!" The human turned and lumbered over to have a look. His eyes widened a bit when they landed upon the drunken fairy.
"That's a fairy, sir."
Orren paused for a moment, flabbergasted that the human seemed to miss the point. "I don't care if it's the queen of fucking Kaymari, I don't want it swimming in my cup! Now it's got it's dusty little insect particles all in my drink. I refuse to pay for this shitty excuse for service." 

By this time, most of the people around the loud mouthed man had turned to see what he was yelling about.