Kelav chuckled at the High Elf. “Oh I’m pretty special for sure… assuming I’m special enough for you.” He scoot a little closer, taking a close examination of her. He sniffed the air near her, she did not smell of blood like most here who were either warriors, thieves or pirates. This one was by far more pure in that aspect than the most.<br/><br/>He set his mug down on the bar. “Where do you hail from beautiful and what brings you to a place like this?” He lightly scratched his chin with a large patch of black fur that resembled that of a goatee.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>