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Of all the people that could have served Tharraleos, it was Clay who did. A muscular human with tattooed skin. He looked like the type who enjoyed trouble, and he wore a near constant smirk that said he was either in trouble, about to be in trouble or just getting out of trouble.
He nonchalantly staggered behind the bar taking his time. Finally when his eyes came across the creature he stared hard and let out a long slow descending whistle with an abrupt stop. 

[color=Firebrick][i]”And what in the mongrels gut are you?”[/i][/color] he asked with no gentleness. 
[color=Firebrick][i]”Get a lot of strange in here, infact that’s nearly all we get but never seen one like you.”[/i][/color] he looks the creature over and stands up straight.
[color=Firebrick][i]”What can I do you for?”[/i][/color]