Several hours had passed between the time that Merisiri had woken to find himself holding Marriane and where he now found himself. The half-elf had introduced him to a whole world of pleasure and deep primal satisfaction, then when he awoke he didn't think twice about sneaking out of the room after hastily gathering his things. He was slightly confused by all he felt and had taken the time he spent playing to the more 'modest' taverns of the upper deck to digest everything. In this time he had come to realize three things: The first being that he hated all this jaunty sailing music, the second being that drunken pirates were generous tippers, and the third being that he undoubtedly wanted more of whatever the drunken head had to offer.<br/><br/>The temptation was just to much to ignore knowing that such a place was just mere feet away and all he had to do was walk inside for a simply massive selection of loose women, and so again he found himself walking through the doorway. He smiled a bit more easily this time as he walked in, looking back and forth over the bustling tables with only the faintest of blushes as some orc woman bounced up and down along a draenei's exposed shaft moaning like some feral whore. He shook his head slightly, smirking at such careless disregard to modestly and stepped out among the dinning tables.<br/><br/>He had changed his clothing and though he still wore a pair of black hose he had put on a long sleeved shirt of royal purple. Draped over his shoulders a sash of parchment hung stitched together and backed with the same silky purple fabrics. All over this runes had been drawn that now glowed of a sickly fel green, announcing his connection to such taint to for one and all to see. He noted the way the bar had naturally split in two three seating groups. A portion of the horde and alliance on either side, those that were not so likely comfortable mingling with the enemy, and a large portion of tables in the center of the room of man and women simply chatting and fucking of all different races. He nods to himself as if to assure his choice and then walks to the center of the room taking a seat at one of the 'neutral' tables by himself, though one would easily notice it hovered closer to the collection of Horde guests.<br/><br/>He sat and waiting patiently for a server, humming as he leaned back in his seat his eyes dancing along the bar. He noticed a second and third Sin'dorei, the night elven woman, and the sun-kissed human and a smile was brought to his face. "<i>I guess it can be fun to cross the line, no shame or patriotism here</i>" he shrugs the thought off and allows his head to continue gazing among the tables. Staring a little too long at each patron, a side effect of his forced silence as the need to understand his surroundings could be misread in such a place.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>