She couldn't help but look up at the tall dark figure, seemingly to look around himself to find someone or something. She was intrigued by his height, and calculated that he must be a nightelf, his back straightened to much for her own kind, and to thin to be anything like the orcs or worgen she had once seen. His robes however, took her breath away, she was very fond of clothing, especially the rich patterns that seemed to radiate a certain kind of mystique around it.<br/><br/>Picking up her glass with slightly trembling fingers, she sipped slowly from the warm substance. Coconut rum, one of the things she loved booty bay so much, they shipped the delicious drink from around the world back to this lively town.<br/><br/>A deep sigh escaped her lips as she returned her gaze to the glass, everyone in this town seemed to ignore her,<i>maybe for the best</i>as she thought to herself. She couldn't afford to be recognised, especially not in a town where gold meant the most to people here.<i>And she was worth a lot, dead or alive.</i>Brushing her long fingers trough the strands of hair that seemed to have fallen before her face, she noticed a few droplets of ruby blood on the counter.<i>Bloodmoney... </i>She sighed again, jugging down the rest of the glass before ordering another one.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>