Claws clicked softly against the smooth polished surface of the bar's counter holding a lazy rhythm as Shen drummed his fingers idly. Zaffre Grotto had never been a place he liked to linger in for long. The place lived up to its extravagant reputation and its services were top notch as to be expected, but most people who frequented the place had a stick up their ass. At least most of them had the common sense not to test him by now. After slamming a couple rich boys through tables several months ago no one seemed too eager to try to hit him with their silver spoons, lest they found themselves choking on them instead. The blue scales and sharp claws of his right arm was always exposed to help remind people to watch their words around him, even
