She didn't seem to notice, or otherwise she didn't care, that the Blood Elf was looking her way for a moment. She had put her nose to her journal and was scritching down all manner of notes and small pictures, pausing every now and again to take a sip of her drink - small sips as she didn't want to waste good Bourbon. She crossed a leather-clad leg over the other and bounced her foot in the air in time to the music that was being played. She seemed an odd sight, all in leather that looked a bit foreign to her race, bags full of Light only knew, messy blonde hair that wildly framed her face and made her blue-green eyes stand out. She stopped to make sure her staff was properly leaning against the nearby support beam of the bar, listening to the hollow clinking the shells hanging from it made. After another sip of her drink, she licked the corners of her mouth again before her attention moved back to her journal.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>