A wanderer ventures fourth into Booty Bay with an apprehensive gaze emblazoned upon her features, flicking in a multitude of directions as she made her way about the unexplored area. Her boots clicked and compressed gently against the floor as she made her way around what looked to be a glorified dock. This woman looked as if she did not belong. Her armor acted as a first hint to this. Decorated in some intricate and heavy armors that were clearly fur lined. The thick plate and leather straps that kept it all bound together kept taught over the woman's body, and this clearly was not to her benefit in the humidity of Stranglethorn. Sweat took to her brow and trickled down her face which she occasionally found herself trying to wipe away with the flap of her clean, deep blue Alliance tabard which was decorated with the lion of Stormwind upon it.<br/><br/><i>"How did I lead myself here?"</i>she asked herself quietly as she made her way around the town. Her eyes now looked about in a more searching manner, even taking moments to pause in her stride to assess the area to ensure she was moving in the right direction. But as her sights set on the bobbing goblins head she then spoke softly to herself.<i>"This isn't right. She might find out about this.." <br/>
</i><br/>She shook her head, and her stride brought her closer to the infamous Tavern in a bit of a flourish. Her face reddened as nerves began to strike at her while she made her entrance into the establishment. She made a point to ignore the trolls that presented their assets at the door, and with her entry she froze. Her eyes widened in a bid of awe as she looked around the area. Having heard of the tavern before she knew what to expect, but was shocked at the surreal feeling of entering in the aftermath of debauchery.<br/><br/>Her eyes wandered about towards the waitresses, but quickly averted as their gazes caught hers. With a faint panic she chose to move onwards towards one of the barstools. She looked down to ensure there was nothing on it before taking her seat and swiveling in her chair while her armor slid against the stool.<i>"I still have time to leave before it's too late." <br/>
</i><br/>But there she sat in her own little bubble in the Bobbing Head Tavern. She did what she could to mask her unnerved nature for now, and looked towards the empty bar and tapped her finger against the counter with a rhythm as she waited for someone to appear behind the counter, or try to bother her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>