[Morgeruat]

*slurring heavily and looking at the li-elf through bleary eyes from too much ale(as if it's possible for a dwarf to get too much)* would yeh like shum fuzzy as he walks in her direction, several flies fall out of the cloud surrounding him landing in drinks, fermented air, and manes. Knuckles kicks the chair out from under the strange looking cat-thing, and scratches it behind her ears, while several fleas jump ship and bury themselves into her mane.

Niiishe kitty kitty kit-OW she bit me