((I suppose I'll pull Cabri off of the shelf!))<br/><br/>Name: Cabriolle<br/>Race/Gender: Night Elf, Female<br/>Class: Rogue<br/>Age: Looks 26<br/><br/>Emerging from the sewers of Dalaran, silver eyes blinked away the brightness that the surface of the city gave off, until her eyes adjusted. Looking around, the Night Elf frowned quietly to herself before turning in the direction of the small section of shops, walking with a slow and lazy gait. Running her fingers through short, dark green hair, she once more looked about at the large numbers of magi in the area - occasionally spotting a paladin or something else walking by her. She sneered lightly before stopping into one of the nearby shops, only noticing after she'd entered that it was a clothing shop, immediately greeted by some woman who was perfectly happy to fit her with a colorful dress that seemed a little too short for her taste. However, the woman was absolutely too perky and nice not to buy it from her, walking out with her own leather clothes in a small bag.<br/><br/>Looking down at herself, she sighed and felt eyes on her, not even a moment after leaving the shop. Ears dropped as she frowned, the Night Elf turned and headed right back toward the Underbelly entrance she'd emerged from. It wasn't hard to find a place to hide and change out of the dress and back into her armor, and once done, she headed to the arena, feeling a need to watch carnage after that experience of hers.<br/><br/>She arrived in stealth, sneaking her way over to a set of crates stacked about, glancing once up at a fellow who seemed to have paused selling his wares to look at something, holding out his shit. Looking over one of the crates, she noticed a pair of green ears poking out from behind them and took the opporunity to toss the bag containing that dress over it. Surely the short - whatever it was, could make better use of that dress than her. If she wore that thing in the Underbelly, with the skirt so short, she'd be considered one of those ladies of the night instead of a deadly creature. Sneaking only a few feet away, she propped herself up onto the deck of one of the houses before becoming unstealthed, propping her chin into one of her hands, leaning against one of her knees as she looked to see who was fighting.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>