Avra draws another sip, gazing over the glass at the Sin'dorei. A smile plays at her eyes and lips. As Kaliane crosses her legs, Avra's fingers brush lightly across her knee. "I suspect we'll get along quite well, and I suspect we are here for the same reasons. Or similar enough, at least. I, for one, love places like this...where a girl can really let her hair down, so to speak. The humans have a place just south of Stormwind, and I visit there as often as possible. And, while I generally find goblins to be a bit offensive...they seem to have created a fantastic establishment here. So...unless I'm mistaken about the obvious reason you, or anyone for that matter, would come to this tavern...I'll move on to the next question. Where do you call home, dear? Mine is Feralas, are you familiar with the land?" As Avra speaks, her eyes travel up and down the elf before her, taking her in with no attempt at discresion, her fingers tracing lightly along the girl's knee.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>