<i>Name: Maverek Blamobuster</i><br/><i>Sex: Male</i><br/><i>Age: appears to be between 20-25 years in Human</i><br/><i>Race: Goblin</i><br/><br/>Sitting in the far dark corner of the inn, wielding a small serrated dagger in his left hand and cleaning his teeth with the slightly sharpened point. Dressed in tight-fitting leather armor adorned with buckles and straps of all kinds, he nearly blended in with the dimmly-lit areas of the crowded inn quite well. A lime-green eye takes a good long look at the tall female Draenei, then towards the human she was talking to. With a vile smirk that would melt the sweetest of things, he got up from his seat and vanished into the darker aspect of shadows. Getting into places and small areas was his craft...darkness and shadows were his calling. Wedging his blade into a corner of a floorboard, he jumped in and and places the board back in place to cover his tracks. Moving quietly under the Inn, he stops at a small cork-hole in the floor where the draenei woman was, peeking his lime-green eye in to get a good look. He made sure he wasn't seen, being careful for now. Heck..she may be a space goat..but a buxom beauty is a buxom beauty.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>