Nillios Bloodshade had been sitting at a secluded area of the bar. The corner table furthest away from all the noise. The sin'dorei never was a people person, let alone who could withstand the idiocy of the patrons of a bar, especially one such as the Bobbing Head. He only came here simply because the tavern managed to have the best wine in all of Eastern Kingdoms. He had been testing that theory, and it didn't fall short. Even Silvermoon's wine wasn't quite as sweet. The elf licked his lips after taking a sip of his wine glass. His fel burning emerald hues would occasionally scour the tavern of any newcomers.<br/><br/>As the elf would look up from the grimoire he was reading, he'd peer at a new warlock walk in with a naked succubus behind her. He lofted a brow at them both, watching them intently as they made their way through the entrance and into the main establishment. The warlock simply stalked them both, curious as to what business they had here. The naked succubus almost answered it for him, but, he wouldn't jump to any conclusions. He noticed a goblin gal walking by. The elf would stop her for a moment. "Get those two over there a drink. Tell them it is from a fellow warlock." The goblin woman gulped nervously at the elf, "R-right away, sir."<br/><br/>Nillios simply watched as the goblin barmaid had gone behind the bar, getting two drinks prepared before an orc would pull her away and start groping her. Before long, the orc was ravaging the little green woman. The elf rolled his eyes, seeing another goblin woman continue the drinks, putting them on a tray. Nillios had motioned with his hand to get her attention. He pointed at Miss Emberseer and the succubus. The goblin nodded silently, smiling as she made her way over to them. "Heya, ladies...these drinks are on the house. From that robed fella from over there."<br/><br/>The goblin barmaid walked off, only for Nillios to give them a polite nod if they decided to look over his way. Otherwise, he had his hands folded together, resting them against his upper lip so that anyone who looked at him would only see the upper half of his face. The elf smirked quietly, simply waiting for a reaction, perhaps even for one of them to be tempted and walk up to the warlock in his corner. The youthful-looking elf sipped his wine again, sighing with satisfaction. The finely dressed elf wore dark red robes with a black trim on its edges. The robes were made of fine material, letting any who stare at him assume he was wealthy to some degree. Perhaps of high nobility. One could only guess until he told them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>