[center][h3][color=808080]Z A G R E N[/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr] In response to the question the dragonborn hissed and rasped before abruptly stopping himself with a grunt, clearing his throat the dragonborn took a seat at the bar making the stool beneath him creak under the weight of his body. [color=808080]"Food."[/color] the black dragonborn rumbled in a deep baritoned voice, pouring the contents of a gold pouch onto the bar with the dull [i]clink[/i] of coin upon wood.