Name: Nahren Thunderstrider<br/>Race: Tauren<br/>Age: Looks young<br/>Gender: Male<br/><br/>Attire: Light clothings. A feathery robe, covered with feathers (obiviously) and leafs.The robe is slightly opening, revealing the musculare, furry tauren chest beneath. A staff, with a green emerald stone attached at the top, tied to his back.<br/><br/>Appearance: He looks young. No wrinkles, and still the size of an adult male tauren. His horns are kept in a perfect shape. He have no beard, and no piercings attached.<br/><br/>Name: Aenthas Suncrier<br/>Race: Blood Elf<br/>Age: Looks fairly young too, mostly due to the slowly aging of the elves surely<br/>Gender: Male<br/><br/>Attire: Wears a blue robe, and big, shoulderpads matching the blue colours. The colours could easily be matched with those of the mage agents from the blue dragonflight. Having a big sword tied to his back.<br/><br/>Appearance: his skin is well kept and clean, his hair is always kept in perfect shape. He is blonde, and holds a well trimmed goatee.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"I am a druid of the Cenarion Circle, my elven friend. I have no interest in your arcane, nor do I have any interest, in your so called "pleasure places." Which makes me think... how did we get to that from magic?"<br/>A big tauren walked in, followed by a handsome blood elven man. The blood elf followed behind, throwing a quick look and smile towards Lorelien, blinking flirtingly at her once, before throwing his attention back to the tauren.<br/>"Oh come on big guy, you cannot tell me, that tauren do not have to, release the power of true magic, if you get my drift" the elf chuckled out.<br/>The tauren shook his head, sitting down at the first empty table he reached. The elf placed himself at the other side, looking around in the inn, but then back at the tauren. The elf shook his head too, mocking the tauren. He leaned back onto the chair, his hand lifted into the air and he started to juggle fireballs in the air.<br/>"I am above your standards and desires, my friend, I have no need for such, only when I find my lifelong mate." Nahren nodded firmly towards the elf.<br/>A bartender appeared at the table, asking the two of them if they were interested in a drink... after asking the elf to stop his juggling with the fireballs, in which Aenthas quickly responded with a flirting joke. The tauren ordered nothing, but the elf on the other hand, ordered a bottle of wine, preferable with a fitting glass. They both had each their charms. The big tauren had the primal man, kind of charm, while the elf had a more, joking kind of charm. The bartender returned with a bottle of Silvermoon port wine, and two glasses, the tauren sighed at this, but thanked the bartender with a smile anyway. Aenthas wasn't late to pour up the wine in both glasses. He placed the bottle at the table, and he lifted his own glass in a very slow and caring mothing, sipping a little of the wine, but Nahren still refused to touch his.<br/>"Lifelong mate" Aenthas letted out after having swallowed the wine "That is a waste of time my big bulky friend. I know women, pretty women, even of my own kin, who would love a big strong tauren, such as yourself!" Aenthas gave an assured nod.<br/>Nahren grunted at the elfs response, he remained silent though, he had nothing to say about this manner. Out of boredom, Aenthas returned his look to Lorelien, smiling towards her, hoping to get her attention with a gently wink.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>