Jake walks into the bar, smiling, as he summons a chair to sit down on. Looking at the assembled company, he makes a gesture, and most of the clientele leave, besides the particularly drunk or perticularly foolish, although Jake decides to take no offense. Smiling, he portals a gold coin to the barkeep, and portals in an exquisite orcish wine. For all the vulgarity and barbarism of the people, Jake had always particularly enjoyed their more delicate wines, surprisingly enough, and had even traveled to orc nations in order to purchase the rare drink. As he contemplated the bottle, a small group of elves in shackles appear, and start playing a variety of musical instruments, mainly violins and a single piano. Smiling at the atmosphere thus created, Jack pours a cup for himself, and smiles, as he drinks from it.