*Fulgrin enters the tavern in a slow pace walk, and he takes a seat by the counter, he waits for the Brewmaster to take notice after he served multiple drinks before him."
"Aye.. W'en ye be done give me a good mead...T'ick 'nd vereh bitter if ye may.."
*Fulgrin says this, waiting for his drink to be served, he pulls his large bag off his shoulder and puts it near his feet. He then folds his padded hands tightly looking at the fire boiling a good hot stew*