Breakfast...

Oolok pulled you farther down the street and into a nearby pub, calling out to the barman as you pass. "Oi Arlen two plates of eggs and sausages." He called out to the barman in way of greeting, it seemed that your new friend was a regular here.

"We're all out of eggs Oolok... how about baked beans instead." The grizzled old barman calls right back, as your new half Orc friend drags you over to a corner table. Sitting down with his back to the wall, the half Orc holding up two fingers.

"As long as its hot... And we'd like two pints of stout while we wait." You watch the barman pull to frothy tankards, and then stroll over to your table plopping them down in front of you.

"Sooo who's yer comely new friend 'ere?" It wasn't until you saw his furry crooked legs, that you realize the barman is a faun. Looking up you spot his horns, concealed in the mass of curly gray hair on his head.

"This here is... Errr." It's plain Oolok can't remember your name, and you flinch guessing the next words to come out of his mouth. "He's ma new bitch... fucked 'im good in lock up and 'e followed me home."

"My names Jerome... but everyone just calls me Jerri." You explain to the old barfaun quickly, blushing hard at the way Oolok just announces to the whole place that he fucked you in lock up.

"Nice ta meet ya Jerri..." The grinning old faun took your hand, shaking it softly as he grins at you. "My names Arlen ya ever need Anything... Anything at all... jest ask me." You get the idea that the older faun has a interest in you, as he stands there licking his lip's.

"Oi Arlen shove off... I said 'e is MY bitch!" Oolok snorted angrily, grabbing up his tankard and gulping down half of it in a single drink.

"Alright... alright... you know I've got a weakness for Elfboi's." The barfaun whimpered cowering, obviously he is afraid of your big Orc friend.

"Order up!" A gravel voice shouts from the window into the kitchen, turning Arlen hurried over to grab the plates of food. The faun is back in short order, tossing the plates of grease brown sausages and baked bean in front of you.

"Well go on eat up then." Oolok grunts grabbing his plate of food, shoveling it into his mouth quickly while swilling down that dark stout. "Gotta keep yer strength up... don't wantcha dyin' off on me."