Braedug downed his second drink with a smile. That took the edge off of his hangover. He was about to speak to Drae once again when a human stranger approached the table. He greeted the groups in a thick, rough voice. Braedug was momentarily off-put by his sudden arrival, but composed himself quickly while the stranger addressed Drae. He gave an affable smile to the newcomer, and then spoke.

"Well that all depends on who you are, friend," Braedug turned his attention, "Who is this, Drae?"