Name: Eladir<br/>Race: Blood Elf<br/><br/><b>Finally the peace has settled between the horde and the alliance. Deathwing has been slain, and there are no new threats. So far. Many cities lies in ruins, but none as famous as the Goldshire village. Since the alliance was made, Blood Elves, Orcs, Trolls, Forsaken, Tauren and goblins, have moved to the named village, to visit it, only to see a completely renewed village. While the city has been in ruins, it has now been rebuild, it is bigger, and holds ten houses more, besides the inn and the smithy.<br/>
<br/>
But the myths about it, are still true. Naked dancers around, showing off their love buttons, all humans, night elves and draenei. Not much has changed except the new look about the village.</b><br/><br/><i>Eladir stepped into the inn, looking around confused. He was pushed by people, clearly new to these crowded places. He looks around in the room, seemingly to wait for someone. He wears quite tight clothes. His pants shows off his bum and his legs, showing the muscularity, and his shirt does pretty much the same. It clearly shows out his abs and chest, and even the sleeves are tight, revealing the biceps and triceps. Other than his tight clothings, he wore a big bag on his back, didn't know what to do.<br/>
<br/>
He leans himself against a wall, turning his face down towards the floor, a clear blush have appeared on his face, embarressed by his current situation, vulnerable.</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>