A familiar caterwauling comes wafting in from outside, and several of the patrons visibly wince and move away from the door.
[sblock=Elven]Oh my lady's a trailblazer, trailblazer, trailblazer!
A mighty fine trailblazer she, is she!
All day she lays trail, she lays trail, she lays trail,
And then in the night she lays me!
Oh, drink a little bit, sing a little bit, follow the moon,
Follow the moon from dusk until noon!
Oh, drink a little bit, sing a little bit, follow the moon,
Follow the moon all the way!
Oh my lady's a tanner, a tanner, a tanner!
A mighty fine tanner is she, is she!
All day she rubs skins, she rubs skins, she rubs skins,
And then in the night she rubs me!
Oh, drink a little bit, sing a little bit, follow the moon,
Follow the moon from dusk until noon!
Oh, drink a little bit, sing a little bit, follow the moon,
Follow the moon all the way![/sblock]
The door flies open triumphantly in the midst of the second chorus, and a short, filthy elf lurches into the bar. He strips the last bit of meat off a long bone attached to a suspiciously equine-looking hoof. As he steps inside, he wrenches the hoof off and tosses the bone over his shoulder into the street.
He turns to the bartender and begins to says something in heavily accented elven, then stops himself. He exhales, clearly a bit disappointed. "Oyeh, no more the Jiragan speaking. Ams back to speakings in silly East speaking." As quickly as it came, the disappointment vanishes. "Is time for the drinkings then! And the toad! But no foods -- I just eated, and stills having dessert yet," he says, brandishing the hoof. "Is muchly good for finger-tops and hair shine," he says.