Quote Originally Posted by WarforgedTank View Post
Tank opens the door to the 'arcade' carefully, and peers inside. He takes a glance to either direction, then walks in, and sits down at an empty table. The Warforged has no qualms about sticking out in a crowd.

Tank is 7 foot tall, and weighs close to 900 lbs. Old runes cover the surface of the Warforged, their adamantine toughness magics having long since expired. His plating is dented and scratched, but in otherwise good repair. He carries a two-handed maul which doubles as his anvil for blacksmith work. He can craft a lot of things, and can fix pretty much anything.

He leans his maul against the side of the table, then begins to peruse the drink menu.

"There's got to be something similar to Firewhiskey on here somewhere..."

Tank sets the menu down, and looks around for a server.
And someone does come to his service, in fact, Felandria herself takes the time to help the new customer.

Well, hello, sir.

How can I help you today?

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Quote Originally Posted by Zefir View Post
"It's up to you." the little stuff animal replies. his little paw moves behind his collar pulling out a business card.
"Just show them this and you will get a discount."

Then Mr.c goes back to his meal. First up he needs a drinking straw, but since this is a common problem for him he got one behind his collar. It's one of those fancy ones with many swirls and obviously much bigger then Mr.C himself is, but it does it's job.
Next he goes to the meat. Since it was cut in pieces his size he just seem to swallow one by one, but he takes some time between his 'bites'.
Sierra giddily takes the card and puts it in her pocket.

Thank you, sir, you just let me know if you need anything else.