Xolkug sat at the bar, his large body looming over the counter. He lifts the big mug of beer to his mouth and takes a hearty gulp, finishing it in one go. Xolkug looks over this forearms and the scars that liter his body in shame.

"A refill. Now." He said with a grunt as he held the mug to the barkeep that looked tiny in his hands.

He notices many of the other bar patrons won't even look in his direction whether that was out of fear or disgust is up to interpretation.