The room spun in hazy circles , dizzying waves that made Sakeya weak to her oddly jointed knees that threatened to fell the tall Eredar woman like a great tree . Her dusky blue  face perhaps looked a pinch green at the cheeks and she clearly struggled to even stay on her hooves as she stubled towards a chair. The black leather clinging to her legs creaked in protest as she moved and  the mail hauberk at her chest jingled. Needless to say she was quite the sight with a large composite bow nearly as tall as her  across her back and a pair of quite technologically advanced goggles around her neck, the lenses and circuits glowing a soft green in contrast to her dusky skin.<br/><br/>Finally her rear does find a chair, the wooden thing groaning under her weight of the tall and lithely muscled Eredar. Her quiver was first to hit the ground, the container filled with odd looking arrows with almost hollow looking heads followed by her heavy satchel. “ Oh… Tyberus.. why did we take the transporter?” Her cheeks looked slightly more green and a /very/ irritated looking black hawk cawed at her, causing more than a few patrons to look over to her and raise some eyebrows before returning to their drinks though the left her alone, likely figuring some Draenei that could hardly even speak common with her thick accent mangling it was worth much concern.<br/><br/>Sakeya was supposed to meet someone here but she seemed more preoccupied at the moment with trying not to lose what little she’d shared with Tyberus for breakfast, let alone actually trying to gaze around the room sit ll spinning in her vision and risk embarrassing herself.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>