[center][h3]Aurix[/h3][/center] [hr] She looked down upon all the other soft ones in the tavern, no natural armor or weapons to call their own and having to rely upon their own devices. Yet, she knew that she could not judge them nor view them as defenseless hatchlings as most of her species did for even Aurix had to do things for power. Yellowed eyes looked among the patrons, seeing the food being served caused her hunger to grow before she inevitably decided to push her way through the crowd to the bar. When there was someone in her way, she merely put a hand on their shoulder and pushed past them, many moved others made her move. A lizardfolk was an odd sight, especially in this part of the world and Aurix could certainly feel the eyes of the soft ones scratching into her hide. Such a feeling may warrant nervousness from one who was not a lizardfolk, but she felt nothing towards the prying eyes that seemed to focus on her. Eventually, she reached the bar, leaning against it before she would finally speak. [b]“Meat!”[/b] Aurix demanded. Her voice was loud and deep, loud enough to be heard over the merriment of the tavern but without hint of aggression nor happiness. Her stomach brought hunger and she sought to remedy the problem. Aurix looked at a human who was seated next to her, now staring at her with a confused look. “Are you food?” She asked the man, her voice lowering menacingly as she merely gazed at the man with unblinking eyes. He merely hiccuped in response as the smell of his drink hit her nostrils, causing her to reel back slightly. Stated a moment, Aurix let out a low rumbling in her throat that went on and off, it sounded like a laugh. Such a trait was not common amongst her kin but it seemed that Aurix had mastered the laugh before she turned her attention back to the bar. The joke things that the soft ones seemed to like were pleasurable. It made her as close to happy as a lizardfolk could feel knowing that she had mastered jokes as well.