Looks at the burly man..
Mahren: Why yes I am good sir! Now If you could be a good sir indeed, and remove yourself from my passage, I would be very much obliged, as I could finally get some ale, with all do respect.
The burly man looked down on him.
Mahren: Well, then allow me!
Pulling down one eye-lid and sticking out his tongue, Mahren jumped and grabbed the door fram and swung himself over the man, and right onto a bar stool.
Mahren: One Drunk Dwarf Ale please!
A frosty mug slid down the table at Mahren, but it was not launched by the barkeep. He looks in the direction that the flying glass was recieved from, and to his surprise met his old friend Gencent, A big man, with messey short hair, with a bandanna and Katana on his back, wearing a loose-fitted suit of hide.
Mahren: Gencent!! My old buddy, how are yah!!
Gencent: Good, you?
Mahren: Good, but I'll be better after this pint has slid down my throat!
Gencent: Still the same old Mahren I knew five years ago!
Mahren: Gulp....Gulp...Gulp....Ahhh!!! Yup, I never change, I think it's my elven youth!!
Gencent: Yeah you elves got it great, luckily, I have an eternal soul, I dont have to worry about death!
Mahren: Yeah, so I think it's time for another pint!!
Calls for another pint.
