""Drat..dat go'ile is move'n again."" **he grumbles quietly as she leaves from the Inn, making his escape out from a floorboard and leaping down to a ledge closer to the wooden planked area leading to the Inn. Brushing himself off, he would start to walk slowly behind the Draenei woman, slicking his quaff of teal-colored hair and making himself look proper..for a Rogue anyway. He would trail her for awhile, seeing where she would go, seeing how her body moved with her robes..mm..all those curves. It was enough for him to visual quite the dirty image of her in his mind.**<br/><br/>**Finally working out a small plan in his head, he quickly changes into his civilian-style clothing..that of which he jacked from a local tailoring vendor in Dalaran who fit his size quite well. Getting ahead of her via walkways and alleyways, he would stop near a empty building and stand infront of it and acting like a vendor would. Taking abit of fabric from his bag, he would appear to be sizing up the bolt of cloth and looking it over, appearing as any tailor would...and hoping to catch the Draenei's eye.**<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>