[b]"You're so interesting for an Orc, where did y-"[/b] The Breton was cut short, a drunken Nord was about to topple on them, until another one grabbed the drunk by the throat. What happened next was rather interesting. The drunk was swung about and ended up on the ground. The other one was bending down over the defeated man.

[b]"Name's Vaynce."[/b] the Nord said. 

[b]"Go get a room. Long night."[/b] Murkan said to his employer. So the Breton went over to the bar and sat down, waiting for Mildred to come back. Murkan continued to look at the man before him. [b]"Pathetic...weak.."[/b] He mumbled. Embry must have heard the Orc ridicule him,[b] "Shove off, you pig."[/b] The man said through what was left of his teeth. Murkan frowned and ignored the man, he walked over the man and to the merchant. [b]"Makin' friends are we Orc?"[/b] The Breton chuckled. Mildred  finally came back. Murkan noticed the barmaiden give a few quick looks at the Nord who seemed to end some of her disguist, and a lass who was talking to the Nord. The lass was quite the specimen, she was rather tall, taller than some of the men-patrons who were in the tavern. She was also somewhat built, not a rare sight on a Nordic women, but impressive nonetheless. The pair of Nords seemed to have a type of aura about them that the Orc couldn't quite figure out.

The Breton ordered up around for himself and the Orc, yet again. Murkan was silently slamming his mead whilst his companion was trying to interrogate him. [b]"Like I was saying, where did ya come from, Orc? You from out of Skyrim?"[/b] The Breton peered from behind his cup. [b]"Murkan thinks you ask too many questions, Breton. Drink more, talk less."[/b] Murkan stamped that with a slam of his cup, signifying it was empty. Mildred came over to get him more, he put his hand over the cup, signifying he didn't want anymore. The Breton continued on, asking questions and annoying the Orc as much as he could.