[@Song Book]
While it seemed he was getting what he wanted, all pleasantries faded from his face and he took on a much more serious tone. 

Fiery words born from no language began to intensely roll of his tongue, one after the other a fluent series of excentric syllables burns into the air with malice and hate. 
One didn't need comprehension of the language to understand it was full of disdain, envy and many more negative emotions.

A growing wind swept the tavern, rattling tables and the cutlery upon them.
It was a threat.
There was an awful powerful growing presence emanating from the man.