The smell of mana thistle filled Sharr's nostrils as the pale blue smoke billowed upwards from her cig in the busy tavern. The magic-rich plant was expensive compared to it's lesser azerothian variant, the blood thistle. But Sharr savored the way it sharpened her mind, and filled her with energy. She had found herself a dark corner earlier in the day, sitting in the shadows of the inn. Her brown, reinforced cloak had kept most drunks away from her, and the one whose fingers she had broken had been enough of a message to the rest. So, night had fallen without much care for the cloaked blood elf. Instead of joining the drinking, Sharr had watched the various mercenaries that has answered this call for adventure. Some bore the marks of the alliance, others of the horde, but most looked independent.<br/><br/>Sharr's attention had first peaked when she noticed one of her kin walk into the bar, bearing the armor of a blood knight. Sin'Dorei rarely found their way lightly in seedy places like this, unless they were homeless rats and addicts unable to retain the basest sense of self respect, but this knight was obviously neither. Sharr had carefully watched the woman out of the corner of her eyes for most the evening, just as content as she was to remain seated. The hour was growing late, and Sharr had been considering finding her bed for the night when the goblin was escorted down by the tauren made his announcement. His garb, stance and escort all gave the assassin a good idea who he was.<br/><br/>Getting up and following the others upstairs, Sharr was careful enough to ensure her cloak kept herself hidden. She took the thistle cig from her mouth and extinguished it in her palm before tucking what remained of it away for later. Wood creaking beneath her heavy boots, she joined the others in the room. Quickly make a fast assessment. Aside from the baron, there were two humans in the room, another blood elf (though she was hooded again now), a troll (Sharr wrinkled her nose), a draenei and some sort of large fuzzy person she didn't recognize. She had spotted all of them earlier downstairs, even though she hadn't actually noticed the lighter-dressed human woman walk upstairs.<br/><br/>Her green eyes peered out from beneath her hood, while Sharr positioned herself in a corner so she could keep an eye on all of them.<i>"So"</i>She spoke in perfect common, with that musical lilt to it that clearly gave away her elven heritage.<i>"Baron Revilgaz, I presume? You have a small naga problem, from the sound of it."</i>She decided to break the ice and address their goblin employer, since she was too impatient to listen to the sales pitch the goblins usually pulled off.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>