((What, he's not Errol Flynn with a Master Sword? XD Guys, this is my friend Frank, by the way. Me and Frank go way back, back to like, the dark ages of public school. And also Dave keeps moaning about how he has to post now that you've posted. For everyone's information, Dave/Pez001's character Torran is "somewhere in the bar passed out comatose drunk".))
Corliss looks calmly over at Mar. "What? I'm not your governess, man, I just came over 'ere to get another pint." He smirks and takes a sip. Addressing the newcomer, he says, "What's your name, then? I'm Corliss Three-Eight-Two, just call me Corliss, alright? Screw the bloody man. My host's name is Michael."
The bartender glances at Zarris, his unreadable expression somehow annoyed. He scribbles something and places the little yellowed notepad in front of Zarris. It reads: "Another ale, or another Velociraptor burger?"