"We are about to dock prepare the crates, throw the anchor and let us be done with it, I want out of this goblin city as soon as possible" a blood elven man walked around on the ship's deck, his orders was muffled by the red and golden linned mask. His hair waved in the wind a bright ashburn colour glistening and shining in the light of the sun. Clad in leather signaling his homeland, Quel'thalas, red, golden definitely the colours of the blood elves yet still with a tabard worn over it, the horde crest. The ship was about to dock, the speed it had towards the city quickly died down before it stopped completely by the docks and almost immediately after the ship stopped moving the planks fell and men stepped onto the docks with crates and barrels carried on their shoulders.<br/><br/>"Ca-" one of the men of the crew stepped up to the elven man but was cut off as soon as he was about to say a word, Meleron looks sternly at him before smiling "You mean, lord" the man shook his head in disbelief but soon nodded "Of course, my lord Meleron, the men are... needy they need rest, some time to drink and... you know, just a day we have been sailing for years with no pause" Meleron frowned and grabbed the human man by the throat, dragging him close. The blood elf was not even that sizeable, sure he was certainly lean, the leathers sitting tightly on his body was prove of this, showing his toned, athletic body, the well-scupted behind and legs, yet his demeanor, his aggressive and aloof personality certainly terrified the crew it would seem "A day?! The horde needs these supplies around Azeroth, and we will bring it around" Meleron glared at the human "You are paid, remember?! I paid you to make sure that the pirates would be no problem, that we would have nothing but the alliance to worry about" his expression turned from anger to disgust and he pushed the dark skinned human away "Two days and then we are off, but I do not want any of you near the inn, understood? I want you to be prepared for when we take off" the human nodded and walked back to the ship to help the rest of the crew.<br/><br/>The blood elf in the mean time walked slowly through the city, hands folded behind his back. His green, fiery eyes showed curiousity but that soon died and he looked straight ahead again as he wandered the city slowly nearing the inn. He stops and looks at the sign before looking at the entrance and the two goblin bruisers standing guard, he did not greet them even as he stepped closer and into the inn, assuming only that one with his appearance would be allowed entrance, and he was indeed correct, but then again, everyone was allowed entrance it would seem, especially the more depraved. The elven man wrinkled his nose as the obvious scent of sex caught him, he lifted a hand and reluctantly pulled down his mask revealing his face, the thin jaw, wide cheekbones, small nose and plush lips, he certainly looked like royalty, he walked like royalty, acted like royalty, but then again, what would one expect from the elves of Quel'thalas. He even carried his own sweetened scent, though it would only be strong enough to catch when closer to him, the smell of dried cum was certainly more powerful.<br/><br/>Some of the bruisers inside of the inn looked curiously at the man, he was not a common guest, they looked to the daggers in his sheaths tied to his belt, but Meleron expressed no desire to use them keeping his hands folded on his back.<br/><br/>"Hm, booty bay inn, so I see that the rumors are true... I should not be surprised, it is a goblin city afterall" he calmly noted, his voice much more pleasant in such a tone, almost soothing. His lips curls into a smile as he steps towards the bar and finds a stool, he looked around for a barkeep though with no luck, could she or he have been amongst the "casualties" in this orgy? He shrugged and remained seated on the stool, now planting his arms on the table, waiting patiently.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>