Kah chuckled, amused. "No, no, the tavern's a good idea. And I suppose crude names are popular for taverns. Besides, I only have eyes for you anyway."
On that sappy note, a man dressed as a blacksmith, with bright red hair and a dragon's tail, emerged. He was tall and muscular, with a pattern of red scales along his cheekbones and on his forehead. He studied Kahroan with red, slitted eyes and an evaluating gaze.
Satisfied, Frex nodded. "Alright. Let's figure out what exactly you need, aye?"