OOC #2
"Yes, yes. Well met. Well, met I'm sure. You know I don't usually do this sort of thing out here in the OOC, but that Donsr geeza never pointed me to the tavern, so I'm having to improvise." He waves it away with his hand. "Yeah I'm sure it was an oversight as well, we had a few." Mikio makes like he's having a drink with his hand, opening his mouth wide like he's drinking a lot. "He had the good stuff out, with me being a newbie and all, so I just kept going, like you do, since I didn't really know what it was going to be like on this side."
Silence for a moment and he looks up to Orlin. "By the Fates you're a big bugger. I heard it said we're meant to find some common ground. Good to know! You must like to drink as well. Of course, you do, look at the size of the tank on ya." he says tapping his own flat belly with his right hand. His eyes dart around nervously under his messy mop of hair. "Meeting new people is weird, even weirder without a drink, we should find a slosh pit quick before I say something I'm gonna regret."