OOC:remember, i'm a bit rusty.

Despite being quite, there is something about a snake man entering an inn that makes everything stop. Gossips, the musicians, even drunks stopped to stare at the spectacle. A deep, warning hiss started everything up again, though it all seemed rather forced. Walking rather slowly, almost stalking, Hatori approached the bar, taking the stool nearest the bartender.

“Three pints of Human blood.”

The bartender looked at Hatori questioningly, as the snake usually ordered Elvin. Responding in a bored tone, Hatori replied to the bartender, with a head gesture to the ‘sleeping’ elf. Amazing how much you could express when you have a four foot long neck.

“Wouldn’t do to upset a perfectly good alliance, now would it?”

The bartender nodded, grabbing a special glass he used for the races with large stomachs.

“Frozen, I presume.”

“Fresh. Human tastes like dirt frozen, where Elvin tastes almost like ice cream.”

The bartender shuddered, as very few people could stand to speak about bloods flavor as casually as he did.

“It’ll be a few minutes. Send it over to the Elf’s table?”

“But of course.”

Standing from the stool, and, resuming the slow paced, stalking method of walking, Hatori went to the ‘now’ wide awake elf.

“I would say its rather good to see you, Derek, but seeing as there is no where I can drink from you, without anyone noticing at least, that would be a bit of a lie.”