He steps out holding a fresh rack of pint glasses. He's a big man broad in the shoulders and chest with a narrow waist. Wearing a black vest that reveals his tattoos. they snake up his arms to his chest. His hair pulled back away from his face. "Just a sec, lass." He says as he puts the glasses down and walks from behind the bar, wiping his hands on his jeans. He flashes a wolfish grin, closes the distance with some effort and extends his left hand. "Lorchan," he rumbles.
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