Fire magic. Noted. Reference to “lost lambs” possibly biblical and in keeping with the general theme of the establishment. Yorolaie checked his thoughts, logged them then set about taking a seat beside Crom, nodding to the barkeep respectfully and then passing Crom a knowing smile. He found it was easy to smile with the druid at his side. In fact that clap on the shoulder had made him feel quite jovial.

The bar stool was tall, and it actually gave Yorolaie height when he was seated, which was welcome in the face of such a forboding bartender. His feet no longer touched the ground, but rested firmly on the structure of the stool.

“Chocolate milk, if you have it,” he chanced. His order may have seemed out of place in such a setting, but Yorolaie did not fear that. He shared Crom's sentiments on being laughed at. Such a thing was of no consequence.

"Providing you accept First Realm credits."