(This looks like fun)<br/><br/>Sylvath had been diligently watching events unfold from her shaded little corner, on the pier. Her dark cloak made her difficult to spot, aside from her softly glowing silver eyes. And of course the silver haired wolf resting comfortably at her feet. She was a hunter, if the wolf didn't make that apparent yet. A night elf hunter. And right now, her prey was Ruhzelil, but not exactly for the same reasons as everybody else wanted her. Well, not saying she wouldn't mind it, after all, the Draenei woman possessed an almost primal beauty. No, Syl was watching her like a hawk for different reasons.<br/><br/>She had come to Booty Bay in the hopes of finding easy work, riches to plunder and maybe picking off a few members of the Horde from the thick woods. But things had not exactly gone according to plan. The trip had cost her the majority of her money, and work was few and hard to find. She had barely enough to fill her quiver, let alone rent a room! So she needed money badly. And one sure fire way of earning money in this place, was to simply whore yourself out. Now, Syl wasn't the most promiscuous kind of girl, but it wasn't like she didn't enjoy it or lacked the experience. You know what they say about hunters and their pets, right? So the reason she was eyeing Ruhzelil so closely, was only so she could learn how to go abut it. How did you start a conversation? How much could you ask? And where did you take them?  Practical questions she was too ashamed to ask in person.<br/><br/>Syl had been watching Ruhzelil for some time now, much like everybody else around town. The Draenei woman was hard to miss. Syl had never done anything with someone of her own gender, but she was more than willing to make an exception for the Draenei. If only she had the gold...<br/><br/>But then a purple cloaked figure stepped out of nowhere, approaching Ruhzelil. A mage from the looks of it. Syl was too far away to pick up the conversation, even with her excellent hearing. Silently she cursed herself, she should've known that this would be the case. She leaned down and gave the large, silver wolf a pat on his back, revealing just enough skin to show that her skin color was a dark blue hue. "Come, Aka." She commanded as she briskly walked over towards the tavern where Ruhzelil and the stranger had just entered.<br/><br/>However, she did not enter it. Instead she stopped before the large, unconscious body of the Pandaran she had seen earlier. She knew that she really didn't have the time for this, not if she wanted to gather the information she so desperately wanted, but she couldn't help but stop. It was her first time ever seeing a Pandaran, it was an interesting sight. Aka slowly circled the man, not sure whether to eat the man or to curl up besides him and follow his example of sleeping. Syl knelt down next to the man, her long cloak falling open at the front. Her body was that of the average Kaldorei woman, slender, firm and well formed. Now that she was so close to man, he could probably notice - if he was even awake - that her hair was just as silver as the wolf's, as a few stray locks came from under the hood of the cloak. Her armor, if you could even call it that, was pretty much nonexistent. Syl always lived by the simple motto "You only wear armor if you're expecting to get hit." And she was not expecting to get hit, so she opted for the most agile kid of armor there was. A brown leather bra cupped her D cup breasts firmly, pressing them together and keeping them securely in place, even if she would run around. The remainder of her chest and stomach was left bare. Aside from a small silver stud in her belly button. She also wore a rather revealing leather thong, but thankfully (or maybe not) covered herself up with a simple dark green loincloth. Nothing a small gust of wind wouldn't part though. Her legs were encased in thigh high boots, again made out of the same dark brown leather, the top was capped by a pleasant white fluff, probably the fur of the creature that had been used to craft the leather. It still left a lot of dark blue skin open around the waist. The only<i>real</i>pieces of armor she wore, were the shoulder pauldron on her right shoulder, made out of hardened leather and strengthened by elegantly looking metal and several layers of hardened leather which ran from her left thigh up to her waist in a scale like sense. Both were kept in place by an intricate looking web of belts and buckles, which also held up her quiver and bow, hanging diagonally below her curvaceous butt, and several pouches holding potions, herbs and some dirt. Just in case she needed to fight dirty. A slim, curved knife was strapped to her right thigh.<br/><br/>She gave the Pandaran man a soft push in his shoulder, surprised at how soft his fur was. The hunter inside of her couldn't help but wonder what a fine pelt she could make from that. "Hey, are you okay?" Her voice high with a sing-song tune, matching her still very youthful face. Perhaps she should just let him lay there for the time being and get back on her self imposed quest, but how many times would she be able to talk to a Pandaran? That is, if he even woke up.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>