Aralyg stood on the surprisingly still sturdy boardwalk which led to the Tavern.  Long had it been since he last looked upon the establishment, years in fact, yet he knew that what went on in there never changed.<br/><br/>Luckily, it was exactly what he was looking for.  Years has passed while he slept the slumber of Kal'Dorei fame.  He walked forward,  noting that the same two trolls guarded the entrance that had been doing so when he last indulged in the tavern's intoxicating atmosphere.  They didn't seem to recognize him however,  though that was no bother.  He wondered what mesmerizing femme would capture his fancy this night.<br/><br/>The sight of the show being given to his fellow Kal'Dorei gave him pause, and he looked with a most amused grin.  A gauntleted hand waved some of his blue hair out of view so that he might appreciate the show with a little more clarity before making his way to the bar as well.<br/><br/>The Dwarf behind the bar possessed the memory that only bartenders can claim,  as he had a cherry grog waiting for the large Night Elf before he had even sat down.  Aralyg paid the Dwarf in silver and praise.<br/><br/>Now, settled in,  he turned his head to enjoy the show, paying particular attention to the Druidess who looked  to be in heat.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>