Although he was a Rogue and considered a scoundrel, his mother always told him to be respectful to ladies, even if they didn’t act like it sometimes. This one in particular, her beauty radiated unlike most he ever met.<br/><br/>“Kelav Thatcher.” He gave her a nod with his beastly wolf-like head. He gently took a hold of her hand and lightly licked it with his rough tongue since it would have been awkward and a bit difficult to kiss it with his maw. He lowered her hand. “A… pleasure.”<br/><br/>He paused a moment, letting his introduction sink in a bit. “So Liana, why come to this Tavern in particular?” He looked around at the occupants within. “As you can see it’s not quite as elegant or…private.” He noticed several unusual pairings within, giving into lust and passion, drinking to a stupor and gambling their savings away. He even saw two Dwarves duke it out in a brawl… of course, that was pretty common in Ironforge. He turned back to her as he took another sip of his drink, admiring her form but quickly bringing his gaze back to her eyes… her beautiful blue eyes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>