Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer
Nathan continues the ruse, feigning an angry swing in Tahn's direction as the man easily dodges out of the way. "Horse'd still look better than your mother, you filthy weasel!" he swears, though he turns quickly back to the bouncer and shrugs.
"Dry spells make a body grumpy, am I right?" he says conspiratorially to the bouncer.
"And if'in you don't let him in it'll be his horse's stall he's knocking on next I wager!" Laughing again he dances out of Nathan's reach.
Nathan continues the ruse, feigning an angry swing in Tahn's direction as the man easily dodges out of the way. "Horse'd still look better than your mother, you filthy weasel!" he swears, though he turns quickly back to the bouncer and shrugs.
"Dry spells make a body grumpy, am I right?" he says conspiratorially to the bouncer.