Entering the ramshack tavern, the troll's crimson eyes were wide with equal parts worry and curiosity. Unlike most of his kin, he stood upright, though still shorter then a male should have been, and dressed in the robes of a Kirin Tor apprentice; well kept purple with gold trim robes, triangular shoulder mantles that did nothing to broaden his femininely curved shoulders. As if fate had decided to add insult to injury, his tusks were less then a palm in length. Willowy and frail in appearance, the only part of himself that seemed to have any real pride worked into it was his hair, a hip length ordeal that was dark, apple red around the roots, shifting to a dark sunset orange along the bulk of it's length, and tapering down to bright golden yellow tips at the end. And pulled back and tied off at the shoulders and end to form a tail. Several magely trinkets and tools hung from his belt, and a standard issue staff of polished silver and enchanted gen topped was clutched firmly in hand. Sadly, the truesilver circlet worn about his forehead did little to help him in the masculitnity department, but at least the bright sapphire match the one on his staff and wand.<br/><br/>Why was he here again? Oh yes: His newest teacher had run out of room in the academy, or so he claimed. Which resulted in poor Zer'zan having to take refuge here, at least the room was free... Assuming he wasn't stabbed to death along the way. But then... the rumbling in his gut warned he just might not live that long due to hunger alone. Traveling from continent to continent by other people's portals had a way of draining your appetite for days it seemed, until you were too starved to fix the problem. Looking about, his ears wilted as he realized the only 'safe' looking seat at the bar was next to a pair of Kel'dorei. Which was not always safe for a troll, much less a flimsy one like himself... But he needed food, and to deliver the chit which would earn him a free room for as long as he inhabited the flouting city...<br/><br/>So, swallowing his pride and calling his not so lion like courage to bare, he shuffled over to the stool, pulling it out before clearing his throat to get the attention of one, if not both elves, thankful that his thin, felt like layer of ocean blue fur masked the blush, "Ah, Excuse meh, but would joo two be takin offence if'in ah took a seat?" Sadly... he voice was slightly croaked, and when this was combined with his shamefully short nose and tusks, as well as softly rounded features, it was almost impossible to not mistaken him for a female troll with a frog in 'her' throat... And he didn't realize it, but his bright crimson eyes had gone puppy dog big with a mix of fear and awe at the nie  immortal battle maidens...<br/><br/>((In reference to Kai'shia and Cabriolle ))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>