Varres strolled along the street at a leisurely pace, just another sight-seer with nowhere in particular to go. Deliberate movements would attract her attention, and he didn’t want that, not yet. He ‘tsked’ to himself as he noted the pack hanging from her shoulders. Miss Haruna was going on a little expedition herself, it seemed, and she was more bad luck for him than a herd of black cats. Twice before he and her had butted heads over the same object of interest, both hired by separate parties to retrieve it and bring it back. Both times, one of them had walked away disappointed. As he sauntered closer the sin’dorei allowed himself to indulge in the examination of her clearly displayed form. She was attractive…for an orc, possessing both the defined muscle tone common of her rather brutal species, yet supple and curvy in distinctly feminine ways. He had seen her in action several times; no dainty flower, this one.<br/>With those well-muscled legs she was capable of feats of almost superhuman agility and acrobatics, rolling, dodging and flipping past blades, traps, and angry assailants like she held gravity in contempt. His mind began to wander as he contemplated those strong legs and taut buttocks engaged in some sort of other activity less dangerous but no less strenuous and he had to shake his head to regain his focus.<br/>Shifting his attention from the orcess’s firm, round derriere his sharp elven eyes quickly scanned over the section of the battered map she was holding. The ink was faded, and the artistic skill lacking, but Varres had to mouth a thalassian curse under his breath as he spotted the unmistakable course of the river and the ruins beside it. She was heading to the Halls of Origination. Fate and played its hand and once again Varres would have to ante up or walk away.<br/><br/>The blood elf walked by the studiously engaged orcess, glancing her way and then doing a double-take, like he just happened to notice her. She would see through it like wet rice paper, but that wasn’t the point. The point was this was the very first engagement in a new battle, and coming off too strong would reek of desperation or fear.<br/>" Ah, Haruna, was it? What brings you to this dusty little corner of the world? "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>