[@Billsomething]"Aye lad what kind of ale would ye like we have many kinds." Snarf pulls out a large variety of ales from Dwarven to Orcish all of them lined up perfectly on the bar.

"Well, well, well, yet another cold one enters this tavern." Imorteth thinks to himself, today had been an odd one for him. He gets up motioning to his guards to stay where they are he walks over to the finely dressed newcomer[@tigerchuffs].He offers her his cold  metallic skeletal hand,"Hello my name is Imorteth. What is yours?"