Morroja cracked her knuckles, aching for drink, woman or a fight. Perhaps all three, she mused to herself. Her breasts bounced with each step as she wound her way through the twisting boardwalks of Booty Bay. She licked her fangs with a grin, one hand idly feeling her long ponytail, tracing its length all the way down to her rear which she gave a squeeze. Yes, she decided, definatly something to fuck. A number of alehouses and boudoirs lined the streets, yet none appealed. She'd tasted all their delights and found them all plain and uninteresting, she longed for something to spark her interests. She patted the large machete at her hip, she didn't trust the goblins of these parts not to try their luck at taking her weapon though she'd tussled with a few.<br/>The sign for the Scarlett Sage creaked lazily in the breeze, catching the Orc's attention. Something new, she mused. Perhaps she'd have luck in there. She was met at the door by a burley-looking Troll at the door, without a word uttered she handed over her machete. She could at least trust the Troll-folk with her weapons. Elbowing her way inside she saw a number of figures dimly lit by the candles at the tables, she eyed a number of interesting looking females. Especially the twin Trollesses, she imagined they'd be good for a little fun. A nod at the bartender rewarded her with a strong cup of oil-like ale, it burned her throat like liquid fire and tasted just as bad. Leaning on the bar, she looked around with her burning red eyes, seeing who'd be good for a romp or two.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>