Nathres glanced at the newly opened establishment before him with wide eyes, chewing on his lowerlip. T'was a tavern of some description, this much the young elf had gathered from the sign of which hung just outside. A particularly perceptive person could tell with ease just how unnerved he was; idly fiddling his hands, uneasily shuffeling, and generally being unable to stand still. Eventually, the elf pushed the door open and stepped inside, all in a single coherent move. As he entered, his deep green eyes scanned the tavern, his expression no different than when he first had approached.<br/><br/>Nath was an awfully youg sin'dorei, perhaps just barely being able to call himself an adult. He was a man of lithe build, boasting zero muscle by the looks of it, and overall had a very soft apperance about himself. Long, thick and dark brown hair hung naturally past his shoulders down to his upperback, and appeared neat enough, and by the looks of it, the hair on his head was all the hair he sported. Zero facial hair, and likely zero body hair to. A dark vest with a white shirt underneath covered his slender torso, with matching black breeches and a pair of leather boots. It would definitely be fair to describe Nath as being a very neat elf, and as such, stuck out as a sore thumb in the raunchy tavern. The sin'dorei sported fairly impressive curves, and infact appeared rather feminine in that regard. With full hips and a curvaceous ass, he could easily be mistaken for female from the rear.<br/><br/>What he couldn't see, he could hear. What he couldn't hear, he could smell. What he couldn't smell, he could simply just 'feel'. He saw, heard, smelled and even felt the naughtiness that occured in this tavern. "The Bobbing Head Tavern". It made sense to him now, to some degree. The sheer aroma and feeling of the tavern was enough to make him feel a tingle in his pants already. He had been travelling very far, and he had not had a single thought towards his very primal needs ever since he left. With a fierce blush already forming on his cheeks, Nath headed for one of the nearby tables, and seated himself, swiftly adjusting his pants to accommodate the growing bulge in his pants.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>