It had been a while since Merri had been to the bobbing head, though as he entered the main room of the tavern the memories all rushed back to him. None of it had changed. The bulky men holding women up over tables, treating them to this or that lewd act of pleasure. The elf's nose wrinkled just slightly as he passes a tauren that was working so much of his dick down a poor goblins throat that she bubbled and frothed out the mouth, he blushed only slightly as he observed her each pulsating vein of the massive cock visible as with each pump of the hairy beast man stretched her in to a whining fit.<br/><br/>"<i>Such crude monsters</i>" The Sin'dorei thought to himself and then moved on. He was somewhat shorter than one might expect for his race, his hair was a stark blue-black and formed a long tail that split halfway down his back, his body was trim and compact and the flowing shirt he wore was deep scarlet. The biggest thing that seemed to stand out about this particular elf though was that he didn't speak, at all. He did not insult, or jest, mock, laugh, boast, promise, lie, or even compliment. He just moved from table to table until he finally made it to the bar.<br/><br/>Sitting down he cleared his throat with a faint rumble and then tapped the counter, the barkeep seemed to understand this as without a word a tall glass of jungle-wine was put on the bar before him coupled with the clang of exchanged coins. With that he turned, spinning in his stool until his back came to rest against the bar. His nostrils flared out inhaling the scent of debauched lust in the air and slowly he sipped his wine, eyes following the women in the bar, sure somewhere out there he would find the careless slut that would please a mute.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>