The Sin'dorei's gait appeared practiced as he approached the Bobbing Head. Short, wiry frame clad in moss-colored leathers. His vestments clinging in such a way to accentuate his lean form and innate grace. Eyes, the color of pitch, roamed the entrance of his destination, feet coming close together as the small elf stopped short.<br/><br/>"Hope this is as exciting as I have heard..." the Sin'dorei murmured, nostrils flaring as the aroma of sweat and decadence wafted from the tavern. A coy grin spreading lopsidedly across his gaunt features. The aforementioned leathers he wore appeared well oiled, lacking any intricacy as they covered him from the neck on down. A single satchel slung over one shoulder, he hooked his gloved thumbs through the clasps of dagger-sheaths. palms pressing lightly into his hips.<br/><br/>Onlookers could watch as the man breached the front of the tavern. Checking both his satchel and blades with a bouncer within, amicably ignoring the quizzical stare given. The Sin'dorei had found that his poisoned damaged eyes and clipped ear leant to being gawked at from time to time. In no manner of speaking was this elf 'pretty'.<br/><br/>Removing a leather strap from around his wrist, the elf began to tie his silken sanguine locks into a lax tail, moving past the bouncer as he approached the den. Eyes roaming hungrily across the expanse of tables and bodies. Prefential as was he to vice and expression, a feast for eyes laid before him. Drinking, fucking, slutting, he even thought he caught the brief aroma of thistle intermingling with the scents of spilled ale and dripping patrons.<br/><br/>His hopes more than met, dexterous fingers toy at his belt as he moves to straddle a seat at the bar. Withdrawing a coin betwixt each digit and laying it atop the stained wood. "A cup of surprise me. But make it strong." sharp chin dipping in respect to the barkeep as he waited for the beverage.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>