((I'll put my two cents in. ^_~ here's to hoping I get some change back!))<br/><br/>Wrapping her arms around the barrel, the blood elf heaved... Her blood red hair shone in the sunlight. "I'll pay you... two gold for another five barrels." the sleazy voice of her employer wheedled from her hip. She glanced down at the Goblin and laughed. "That isn't going to happen, love." she laughed, shaking her head as she collected her belongings from her bunk. She had a shockingly good nature for a warrior, but then she wasn't affected by fury... always. She usually protected her allies instead. The scars under her shirt sleeves attested to that. "Farewell, Widget." she called to her now previous employer, shouldering her bags and skipping down the deck.<br/><br/>The woman was hungry, and thirsty. She ignored her other thirst, the one that urged her to steal magic, too quench that never ending... Shaking her head, she ducked into The Salty Sailor. Eyes lowered, the Blood Elf took a seat, eyeing the gnomish band with distaste. She enjoyed the music... not so much the people playing it. "Risa." The barkeep slid her an ale- her usual, when she was in town. She nodded to him, tossing it back. "Ahh, Sylvannas..." she murmured, before shaking her head. She missed the old bat. Risa had yet to visit Undercity. Usually she just traveled through the Ruins. Most of the undead made her nervous.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>