Watching yet another ship depart the Booty Bay docks in the distance made Chandra’s mood anxious for a while. She sat by the round window overlooking the sea with one foot resting on the narrow window pane and the other one on the floor. Despite the Baron’s threats for leaving, she’d be perfectly capable of sneaking away—quite possibly even hiding on a ship without anyone noticing—yet it never crossed her mind to do so. No, she’d have to stay, because the Baron had said so. It was too good an excuse to work around.<br/><br/>Chandra washed away her remaining thoughts of home with another strong drink, which finally put a smile back on her pretty face. She looked around and saw Shu’tat working on the gorgeous draenei prostitute who she had noticed earlier, didn’t even consider disturbing them, and since there was no one else who she really fancied, settled for sitting down at the counter and ordering more drinks. Hopefully there would be something else than alcohol to keep her mind distracted from thinking about the foolishly risky mission that she had taken just to avoid meeting up with her mother after all these years. Maybe someone would catch the allure of her lightly oiled skin that shined temptingly in the moody lighting, although preferably before she was too drunk to make a good judgment of their intents. Then again, perhaps she wanted not to care, as she quaffed down another glassful of the burning liquid.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>