Jackrom relaxing his seat
Jackrom's nostrils flared as a new smell entered his nose and he saw the creature enter the bar. He remember meeting some in the past, some sane, some, well not so sane. His instincts insisted that it'd be a much more beneficial idea to stay in his seat and not get involved, but his curiosity overcame him and he got up to sit next to the beast and talk with it.
As he walked towards the bar he tried to remember it's language and smiled as he did, silently sitting next to it and looking at it with a smile on his face.
"I haven't seen one of your kind in many years. Let alone one intelligent enough to order a drink in a bar. I'm Jackrom, nice to meet you." Jackrom said politely in this creatures native tongue. He sipped from an elven canteen and sat quietly, deciding he wouldnt bother him for a response.