Sigil: City of Doors

It seems there was quite a commotion at Khazzes earlier, lots of Noise and beer being tossed about it was quite a scene. Some would even notice all the chairs and been pushed against one wall.

"Not sure what that was about" One passerby mentioned.

"I think some Xaosman spiked the drinks" Another remarks!

"Sure was alot of people I tell ya" A patron who then decided to join it.

Well whatever it was one thing is for sure Khazz didn't seem to upset about it " You know just them Crazy Cagers" He lets out a healthy Chuckle.

Corny in his daily visit to the bar walking through the Bazaar his hands pocketed with a slight swagger approached the bar. The magical lighting and orbs as well as number of people swaying along music and an orc singing. Puzzled for a moment, shrugging nonchalantly... it was the Cage of course. He looked at the bench by the bar and pondered it was great place to wait it through for the barmies to burn their energy and make the bar hospitable for a casual banter, drinking and lack of tiresome movement. Luckily he always had a trustworthy plan-B bottle with him.

Uncorking the bottle he plopped down on the bench and made himself comfortable while glancing lazily around the Bazaar. Then an elf with alabaster skin and raven black hair strutted next to him giving a stern look. Corny looked back at the manic waving of dancing and then at Thalastr knowing what to expect revealing his well knowing facial pattern as well as reluctancy. "I nae dance in groups." Thalastr wasn't taking a no for an answer and yanked him up while he was taking a swig from the bottle.

The strength of the yank surprised him as he had to take another step quickly after to not fall over. Exhaled sigh and followed politely though without any entusiasm to the provided dance. Dragged to the edge of the dancing group, Thalastr continued to dance while Corny stood there with his bottle of booze looking awkwardly with mixture of "why me" and "do I really have to?" in his face. Another exhaled sigh, alright Corny just act along and maybe Thalastr will quit giving an evil eye she was to his lack of effort.

He gave it the minimal acceptable amount of effort that allowed him to maintain the bottle in his hand without spilling, stepping side to side and enduring the ecstatic crowds complaints about his lack of enthusiasm, by far under doing his part and first to cheer at the end.