A slow, heavy sigh escaped the rogue's lips, as he idly swirled his blood wine glass. It could have been worse, he assured himself. At least he wasn't being attacked, again... Ghostlight golden eyes slowly swiveled to peruse the tavern once more. An elven warrioress, young human magus and owl teacher. The mighty tauren sunwalker and a slightly enamoured worgen maiden. Then, there was of course himself... Still no new employers, no job oportunities, not even a bounty to track or relevent item to steal.<br/><br/>It wasn't that he was a homocidal cadaver, or habitual theif. He was simply a creature that, in all truth, did not take to extended periods of idling so well... Why did he leave his bood behind? Any pinch of reading matterial would sufice... Slowly, under that dark hood, his gaze turned from the corner of his eye to regard the worgen's book... What personal Mysteries or random drabble did she keep in their? Secrets, or simple tidbits of knowledge? His foot began to bob up and down once more... The options roiling in his mind. Choices, venues, strategies, possabilities.<br/><br/>Choices... Choices...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>