The guard, just took a look down at the stranger as he stood a good deal taller than him. He made no facial expression, his expressionless face being intimidating in and of itself. As the warrior stood tall, studying the stranger, he twitched his nose a bit. He then leaned over and sniffed and then paused for a moment. Then, he sniffed again before standing upright.
"You are different," he said. He then leaned over and sniffed again.
"You are not human," he said in a voice low enough so as not to startle anyone, "you are not Klingon."
He sniffed again, "And luckily for you, you are not Nomad."
His lips stretched slightly into a weak smile, keeping in mind the kind greeting he received.
"Allow me," he said as he snapped his fingers towards the bar maid, "a warrior's drink we shall have."
A waitress approached, "prune juice, Rhonda. Two glasses and please leave the bottle."
She nodded and returned to the bar. As he waited, he continued to study his new "friend" unsure of what he was or even who.
"I like people to know who they are speaking with," he explained. "I am Morosch, son of Kilgor. And who might you be?"
He stood as the juice and glasses arrived, moving only to hand one to his new friend.
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