After the boring and uneventful journey, Tauburg found himself in the company of humans once more. Thanks to the cloak and hood, he only received notice due to his size and bulk, more muscular than fat, but still hidden. The only other noticeable feature was the extremely large sword sheathed on his back. It bore no distinctive markings other than general wear, and had no distinctively Urgal shape.

He made his way to a local tavern, or so he assumed by the strange name, as he thought. He made his way to a seat by the bar and sat silently, waiting. After a few moments, he was noticed.
"What can I get ya?" the bartender asked him in a generically friendly voice.
"Something intoxicating." Tauburgh replied. he kept his head down, and the ambience of the interior of the tavern kept his looks quite well hidden.
"We have plenty of that, anything you have in mind?" the tender asked him.
"Suprise me." Tauburgh replied. He silently hoped he wouldn't end up with the house's finest wine and end up with a massive tab. After a few minutes, the bartender returned with a shot glass filled with a dark red liquid. Tauburgh drank it and made a disgusted noise.
"You are attempting to take advantage of me by offering me old wine?" Tauburgh asked, annoyed.
"What you don't like it? Fine, it's on the house. It was just one shot out of my second oldest bottle, and it was already opened." the tender replied, sounding lightly suprised.
"If you insist on serving me wine, make it fresh. Try mixing it in a glass of your strongest beer." Tauburgh offered, getting a weird look from the bartender.
"If you insist..." The tender replied before leaving again. It was several minutes before he returned, bringing a mug full of strangely colored liquid.
"Just so you know, it's not cold. And it's half and half."
"Then this should be interesting." Tauburg said, taking the glass firmly in one hand, then took a deep swig. The bartender cringed. After he set it down, Tauburgh exhaled loudly.
"Well done, Bartender. I have not tasted anything like this in ages! I always liked my drinks not too cold, makes it taste srtonger, and with wine mixed with it, it does taste strong indeed! What's your price, I should be moving on soon." Tauburgh asked. the Bartender replied, and Tauburgh payed for it. It was cheap enough, Tauburgh had only ordered one drink in the entire time he had ever been to the Tavern, as it had been his first visit in the first place.

"What's your name?" The bartender spontaneously asked him, after some time had passed and he had nearly finished his beer/wine mix.
"Tauburgh"
"That sounds a bit like an Urgal name..." The bartender replied, sounding suddenly wary.
I had no choice in the matter. My home is far away, perhaps what we find desireable in a name could be different from yours." Tauburgh replied. the bartender shrugged, but still kept an eye on him as he moved on.