[center][h1][color=fff200]Yikk,[/color] [color=dodgerblue]Yakk,[/color] & [color=00a651]Yukk[/color][/h1][/center]
The cloaked figure had turned around to face the bar once more, picking up and quickly downing the ale in front of him. Around him, the murmurs and whispers in the corners of the bar had slowly turned to angered mutterings. A trio of men, bolder than the rest, stood and approached Dru'marish. The cloaked figure turned his head slightly too acknowledge them. [color=dodgerblue]"Good day, my friends. Was there something I could do for the three of you? Some monster troubling your lands?"[/color]

"How about you get out of here, dragonborn. You come in here making noise, causin' trouble." The first man approached, fists clenched. The two behind him nodded their assent. "Your kind are a bad omen."

Dru'marish turned about fully, to face the three humans. They were not warriors, likely travelers or refugees. Yakk let a soft smile show from under his hood. [color=dodgerblue]"Come now, friends. There is no need for conflict. Let me pay for drinks for the three of you, yes? A show of good faith."[/color] With a barely perceptible turn, a bag, clinking with coin, was deposited on the table. [color=dodgerblue]"Barkeep, give these men what drinks they desire."[/color]

The humans muttered to themselves a moment, before begrudgingly approaching the bar to get their ale and beer. They stalked back to their table, the lead throwing a glance back at the figure by the bar before losing himself in his drink.

[color=00a651]"Yikk, ask Yakk for something to eat, and more ale."[/color] Yukk whispered a bit too loudly. Luckily, it seemed no one was paying attention, and Yikk silenced his brother with a hurried 'shh'.