Bears and Bars {Hal'kanor}

[Vhrendai Embersky]

No, he wasn't intoxicated. Well... not exactly drunk. Close, but not quite. A lifetime of drinking does a few things to you. For one, it breaks down your liver. When you can regenerate like he can... that doesn't matter much. Secondly it allows you to further resist the short-term effects of alcohol. Unfortunately that meant that Ember had to down a large quantity of beer before really feeling it. And when he did feel it... oh boy, did things go bad. The non-Mandalorian Vizsla got into all sorts of trouble. Right now he was just started to reach his limit when it came to whiskey. Despite that he ordered another round, fist clanking against the counter top. With a scowl the bartender went to fill his order. Around him a few Mandos were starting to eye the giant. Who was this man? What was he doing here, in a bar full of vod? None of them knew that his grandfather had once lead a mighty clan. None were aware of his Dark Lord of a father. All they knew was that he had slurred out one to many insults after drinking one to many glasses of their best drinks. He was going to have to pay. Now they talked amongst themselves, deciding who was going to take care of this outsider. Meanwhile the bartender slipped a little something extra into his glass...

[member="Hal'kanor"]

 

[Hal'kanor]

Walking into the bar, Har'kanor took a look around and was instantly glad he was wearing armor. Okay, walking wasn't the best word. Trundling would probably be better. He found a place to sit down and think in the bar while the others talked about who should deal with [member="Vhrendai Embersky"]. Apparently the tall man was being rude, and needed to be taught a lesson. Some asked him, but he wasn't wanting a fight yet. He was hungry. He would eat now, and if need be, a fight could come later. Ordering as big of a steak as he could, he began to scarf it down.

 

[Vhrendai Embersky]

With a smirk the bartender placed the glass down in front of Ember. He turned away, wondering how soon the poison would take effect. Something told him it wouldn't kill the giant. But it would at least slow him down. That way the others could take care of this troublesome individual. Maybe that bear thing would do it. Seemed pretty capable of destruction. Eh, if he didn't, someone would. Ember quietly raised his glass, a hole in his helmet opening up to allow a straw in. This was how he drank. Fully armored. Just like most Mandalorians! Heh. After a moment the man paused, tasting something odd in his drink. Hmm. Letting out a growl he stood up, reaching his full height of 10.5 feet. The glass in his hand went flying backwards... landing near [member="Hal'kanor"]. Maybe even sloshing beer unto his wonderful steak. Then Ember reached out, taking a hold of the tavern's owner.

"Ya dare poison the Dark Lord's son?!?"