As time went by, more and more of the mercenaries that had arrived to take the job left, usually grumbling about a late employer, or it not being worth their time.  Eventually, only a few mercenaries were left, as well as the normal patrons that frequented the Salty Sailor Tavern.  Then there came soft footsteps from the upper part of the building, followed by much heavier ones.  Eventually this led to a somewhat comical sight, as a small, well dressed green skinned goblin entered into the room.  The white silken shirt he wore, and black pants were definately tailor made, and his torso was covered in a black dress vest, and on its feet were dark dress shoes.  The goblin carried himself with pride and power, and many of the onlookers looked away from him, obviously a bit afraid of the goblin.<br/><br/>What was comical was the Tauren that followed behind him.  Towering over his companion, the tauren was dressed in a long, baggy white shirt and yellow pants, pulled up slightly, a tricornered had sat on his head, bearing skulls and crossbones.  Looking about the room, he took a refrence of who was left, and gave a slight nod, saying something to his goblin companion.  Finally, the goblin spoke.  "Ahh good, now that we've cleared out the impatient sorts... Would all of you here for the naga problem follow me?"  Turning back around, the goblin exited back up the stairs, his soft footfalls the only tell that he had indeed gone.  The Tauren remained, waiting patiently for the mercenaries to get up and go up the stairs.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>