"You do not tolerate tomfoolery Martel? Then why'd you come to a bar?" He laughs. "A different plane? I've visited others, and I've met gold dragons here. They had the attitude of a toddler. Although, that might be because they hate [i]me[/i] personally." He bears his fangs in a ragged grin. "What is such a storied warrior doing in a bar? Shouldn't you be off, completing feats of legend?" He looks at Kobe. "Mental tricks? Best not try those on someone who'd be more then willing to cut you down for trying." His burning white eyes flare, and he chuckles.