Booty Bay has a reputation as a festering pit of hedonism and debauchery that even a cataclysmic tidal wave couldn't clean away, though it did manage to tidy it up temporarily. The sign outside the newly reopened building on the lower levels of the town reads "The Bobbing Head Tavern," in bright blue letters, while the sweet sea wind causes the wooden silhouette of a goblin girl's head and shoulders to rock forward and back.<br/><br/>A hooded pandaren had been looking around for a place to eat here in Booty Bay while he was staying for his research on Stranglethorn wildlife., but had practically given up on finding a place that sounded like a pleasant place to eat without the many distractions that occur in the background. Out of coincidence or desperation, he would find himself walking through the doors of The Bobbing Head Tavern.<br/><br/>He took his seat at one of the tables near the windows, hanging his duffel bag of books, quills, and other research materials of the sort onto the chair he sat in. In the event that someone would try to run off with anything inside it, he would be able to feel it. For the time being, he chose to look out the window in order to ease his mind of the hellish lust that permeated in this establishment.<br/><br/>Unconsciously, his hand had slid to another part of the table and got the feeling of something rather sticky, and boy did he look at it in disgust upon finding out what it was. Wiping the seedy substance off onto his robe, he can only hope the food here is not served in such a similar substance.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>