Nazragul nearly jumps out of his skin as Remik addresses him. 
 “Ah, yes, yes brother, come join us, we always welcome the company of our kin...” His voice trailed off as his eye seemed to catch something on the floor behind Remik.
 “Have a seat, and I will refill our pitcher.”  He scurries over to the bar and again slips a few coins up onto the counter.  While the bartender tends to his drink, he looks around with shifty eyes, then quickly bends over and picks up the arrow which had previously been lodged in Gov's chest With a stage magician's grace he slips it quickly up his sleeve.  His drink now prepared, he accepts it and returns to the table where Remik and the other 2 Ratonga have seated.  He fills all their glasses and turns his beady eyes on the newcomer.  
 “So...Remik, was it?  Tell me, tell me...what brings you so far, so far from home?”

*Zarvax looks at Luc very confused, and whispers to Trastus “you think hes still maybe a bit out of it?” As he didn't know dark speach, being raised by humans and all, that just sounded like babble to him.*

“Very wise, brother, who knows who listens indeed,” Nazragul whispers over the rim of his glass.  “Discussions of some import are not to be held in the presense of les...of others.“  The volume of his voice increased to an almost strained level as he continued, “But, since you ask, we three are but lowly fishermen, no need to bother with us.  We will be out of sight soon enough, and you may continue your revelry without our bothersome presence.”  His eye seemed to gleam with a hint of madness as he finished his statement, but he quickly composed himself, slunk back down into his chair, and continued his whispered discourse with Remik.  “You are wise to not speak openly in the presence of such as men and elves.  They find us revolting and would destroy us if they had the chance, you know, so you must give them no advantage.”

Trastus looked to Zarvax, pushing some wire rimmed glasses up on his face. “I think he'll be fine, though head wounds can be quite nasty I've heard.  He just figured since you were dark elf that you could speak the language of your kin.  I understand bits and pieces of it, since he's taught me, but very little.  I mainly hope they don't try to make us pay for the door and window.  It really wasn't our fault...but then you can't get a dead orc to pay you. So what have you been up to?  Keeping relatively out of trouble, you and your pets? I mean for living in Freeport anyway.” Trastus chuckles at that.

Gov grins and winks at Savanja, "Why doubt your skills lass?  You patched me up well enough given the wards on this place, but aye, I've taken my fair share of poisons in general."  Gov chuckles heartily and goes a bit dizzy for a moment, but doesn't let it show as he hangs onto the bar for support.  "Though I must say I was looking for a quiet evening tonight, I wasn't expecting to have to whet my steel on a few orc necks."