<b>Name</b>: Cabriolle<br/><b>Race/Gender</b>: Night Elf, Female<br/><b>Class</b>: Rogue<br/><b>Age</b>: Looks 26<br/><br/>Cabriolle had been watching the sparring folk at the center of the Underbelly, grinning quietly to herself. She enjoyed watching the fighters flail about with one another, testing their abilities. The small groups of people sparring seemed to slowly be winding down and the Elf frowned, feeling a wide yawn catch her by surprise beneath her mask. Looking over her shoulder, she entertained the thought of getting a drink at the inn, shifting her weight to one of her feet before standing straight. She stretched her limbs as she walked, glowing eyes scanning the sewer system as she navigated it. Cantrips and Crows was in front of her in no time. The Rogue yawned again before removing her mask as she entered, padding her way to the bar, thinking about what she wanted to slake her thirst.<br/><br/>Her head tilted as she took a seat, looking at the bartender, "Honey mead, barkeep. A big pint of it."<br/><br/>She leaned against the bar as she waited for her drink to show up, setting her cheek into her left hand as she looked over her shoulder at the others who might be around. An ear twitched as she heard some number of bumps and moans coming from the direction of the rooms the inn had. Cabriolle lifted a brow when she heard these noises, but her attention was back to the bartender when he'd returned, her drink in hand. She flashed the man a thankful smile as she laid out the proper coin to pay for the mead. Sitting up slightly, the elf brought the glass to her lips and drew in a mouthful of the alcohol, eyes once again observing the inn as she crossed a leather-clad leg over the other.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>