User blog comment:Aghostintheboat/The Official Roleplay Room/@comment-27822411-20141127005523/@comment-32153758-20141127015434

Darksire feels something tense happening. His armblade slides out ever so slightly, but retracts it quickly. He turns to the man next to him (Winschester)

"Hello good sir, and thanks for purchasing our drinks."

Darksire lurches his head down a bit to try and bow.