[Oddey]

IC: Garit looked up after being called a green vykker. This wolvark didn't seem to know that he was a slig. But Garit didn't care. "Actually I'm a slig," He said as he recalled that sligs weren't around alot in the western mudos, "Just got here..." The wolvark then said something about getting their own beers or whatever. Assuming that meant he didn't have to wait for him to serve he got up and went behind the bar. Grabbing a pint he filled it with some Opple Cider. As he sat back down on his seat he covered his face again as he sipped a small bit of it. It wasn't too bad. Taking a gulp he then rested his pint back on the table. Wondering how much the drink would cost, he pulled out his own wallet. It didn't seem quite as full as last time. What had he used it on? Straining to think back, all he could remember was some kind of card game. Sighing he wondered what he would do for money here. But before he got some income he would need some kind of food that wasn't liquor. "Anything that isn't a drink?" He asked.