((Re-introducing Miriam!))<br/><br/>Miriam pushed open the doors of the bathroom, having cleaned herself from her previous.. adventure, with the human man. The pale forsaken woman tugged on her snug, form-fitting attire once more - the white swashbuckler's shirt that offered a generous view of her cleavage, the tight brown shorts that she couldn't adjust enough to conceal the small bulge in the front, or even conceal<i>any</i>of the curves of her hips, specifically. She sighed softly as she made her way up to the bar. Why she felt so nervous about it again, she wasn't quite sure.. after all, they'd all probably seen it already.<br/><br/>...except no. There were several new faces now. Her cold yellow eyes caught sight of the blood elf man in shades and a well-tailored outfit - clearly a famous individual of some sort, a socialite, perhaps - speaking to a redheaded human woman, her attire and skin suggesting that she was here for pleasure rather than business. Well, of course she was, why else would she be here in this tavern? And the last one... a hooded figure in a cloak, the sound of rustling metal underneath it. The mystery of this new character intrigued her, and since the other two were engaged in conversation anyway... she approached the hooded one, quickly taking note of his bony fingers and how hesitant the barmaid seemed of him. But where he seemed to inspire fear from the wench, he incited curiousity from the forsaken woman, who sat down across the table from him, gesturing for the same barmaid's attention.<br/><br/>"One mug of cherry grog, thanks." She returned her attention to the hooded figure after ordering, offering a friendly smile and, she hoped, a face that was easy on his eyes - that of a forsaken woman with nearly white skin, a purple bob for hair, and a matching color of lipstick. "Do you have a reputation around here, or is -she- specifically afraid of the undead?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>