A Bar, Somewhere

[seesbosscrotch]

Mar wouldn't say he was a serious drinker. Oh, he had the occasional indulgence -- Kungaloosh, back in the day, had been damn good, and Brewfest came around every year, of course, and one just found so much alcohol across the different worlds that one had to enjoy every so often -- but rarely did he ever enter a tavern just for the purpose of drinking.

So today marked a change from normal.

Not that he was smashed -- he barely qualified as tipsy, the way he was nursing his ale -- but the quiet, frowning blood elf in the corner of the full tavern bore little resemblance to the cheering maniac he normally was.