In the corner of the inn sat a black-haired Blood Elf male who had quietly been enjoying a glass of whiskey and enjoying the multitude of shows between sips and moments of lost contemplation.It was not often that Ash found himself sitting in the middle of this Tavern, especially without the intent to do what the two women on the table were doing. Nonetheless he occasionally enjoyed his voyeuristic glance. At the end of the day, a mercenary had to do what he had to do to keep himself busy, and right now there was no place he would rather be than here: enjoying the sight of trolls ravaging his kind, Draenei, humans, orcs.. He had trouble keeping up. Ash filled his glass with the leftover bottle he had next to him and took another long drink, already beginning to feel the effects and the room starting to rattle. Or was that the Bay itself? Frankly, he couldn't really tell anymore, and didn't care to find out.<br/><br/>When the Draenei woman walked in, evidently nervous and out of place, his mind immediately scrapped the idea of voyeurism-- at least so he would hope. His gaze set on her for quite some time, and a sharp whistle was sent her way as well once she sat down and was settled. From the exterior he seemed friendly enough, perhaps a tad rugged in his darker leathers and the large sword propped up on the table, but the corner seemed relatively safe and his well-groomed features made him out to look like a half-respectable elf. The man had a long mane of black hair, with part of it tied into a topknot, along with a goatee beard that extended down past his neck, along with a pair of fel-green eyes and sharp features. Beneath his padded armor he seemed to be rather muscular-- he had to be if he was swinging the sword that was sitting by him, but overall the man seemed far cleaner than the other patrons. Ash always took that as an inner pride.<br/><br/>Once he had Faeyn's attention, he gestured to the booth seat across from him, and gave her a smile.  Whether or not it was predatory it was difficult to see. but the finger curling toward him implied he likely wouldn't take no for an answer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>