Hilda Hammerheart nodded to the bouncers as the ducked into the familiar bar. She wasn't a stranger to the Bobbing Head Tavern, the dwarf made it a custom of hers to visit every time her travels took her to town. She liked places like this, where people dropped all the nuances and rules of civilized society and just gave in to their baser natures. It may have been odd to some, she wore a runecloth robe and carried a staff of the cathedral, which she checked in to the bouncers as she entered, but she had something of a unique outlook compared to many of her fellow priestesses in Stormwind. Hilda had chosen this path out of a desire to help, whether it was through her talent with the Light, listening to someone's problems, or simply providing a night's distraction from the harshness of life, it was all the same to her.<br/><br/>She smiled as she took in the activity of the night, it was always like this. It was more refreshing than disturbing at this point, though it did take her a few visits to get used to the site of so many folks rutting in public. She settled down on a barstool and ordered herself a Thunderbrew Ale, thankfully in addition to it's seedy nature, this was also the only tavern that brought in imported booze from back home in Ironforge. It was so difficult to get a proper drink this far south, in fact it was the ale that steered her towards this tavern all those months ago.<br/><br/>As the bartender laid the drink down in front of her she took a rather hefty swig of it as she spun her barstool around to get a better look at all the shows. By the Light, this bartender sure knew their business, even if no one wanted her to tend to them tonight, she'd at least leave with a happy belly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>