[center][h3][color=9e0b0f][ K R I N ][/color][/h3]
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One might consider Krin's face to always be in a resting but disgruntled expression, however when-well whatever the fuck this guy was came over like a man off his bloody rocker "[color=9e0b0f]Oi the fu-[/color]" the grizzled old man opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted as the man asked for...Cake? For the love of the gods, did he look like a gods damned baker? Who was this bloody man? Multiple times he opened his mouth to say something but he stopped short as he was just so taken off guard by whoever the fuck this weirdo was.

After some unceremonious rummaging behind the counter, a few bottles shattering as he looked for a good bottle of whiskey before his hands found a decently aged one. With a thunk he placed it on the counter and looked the man dead in the eyes "[color=9e0b0f]Whoever the fuck you are here, just-[/color]" he pushed the bottle towards the snake man "[color=9e0b0f]Take it, no charge at all on the house. And uh...[/color]" Krin glanced fugitively around the bar to any patron that might be unlucky enough to seem interesting til his eyes fell on some bookish guy and...what the fuck how'd that throne get in here? Wait who the fuck cares.

He shook his head and rubbed his temples "[color=9e0b0f]Good gods, sir I ain't a bloody pastry chef.[/color]" he looked like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown but he just slumped on the bar with one arm and cleaned a glass with a dirty cloth in the other shaking his head.