Vintal Leystrider sighed as she walked out of the Underbelly. It was about time she got out of that boring place...it had been once exciting, but being in that damp place for some time dulled it for her. It was about time, she guessed, she started to smell of the sewer and that was never good for business if your target can smell you a mile away. How else was she going to get any money if any pockets were wary of her picking. Or if a contract kill spots her before she could deal the blow. Looks like she'll have to find a bath somewhere just to be safe.<br/><br/>Her fel green eyes closed for a bit as she sighed, the Blood Elven form quiet gracious on her. Even though she was wearing revealing leather armor and had weapons on her. Her fiery red hair was pulled back into a pony tail that reached to the middle of her back, so has to not get in her way. Her leather top covered all of her arms and shoulders and some of her mid-section, leaving her more than generous cleavage exposed. And her boots went up to half her calves, each slightly heeled as to hid concealed blades that can pop out at a moments notice and stab someone who was unfortunate enough to get kicked. And her pants mostly consisted of a leather patch that covered her nether region, leaving her legs exposed but free to move freely.<br/><br/>She had some throwing knives strapped to her thighs and had two wicked looking swords strapped to her waist. She was indeed armed and ready for any kind of fight. And her fingers looked agile enough to pick the most secure of pockets.<br/><br/>She looked around and found something worth of interest. Another Blood Elf woman sitting at a table and had three cups on the table. She raised a brow, inspecting the Elf over. Eying ever inch of her being, checking her equipment, and anything else on this Elf. If anything, to see if she had anything worth stealing, was any good in a fight, and to see if she would be the type to try and pick her pockets. Needless to say, she was slightly interested in the Elf and at what she might possibly be doing.<br/><br/><i>Oh well...Might as well...</i><br/><br/>She walked over to the Elf and in front of the table. She put her hands on the table and leaned on it. She looked this way and that over the table, eying everything she saw. It didn't take her long to figure things out. She grinned and looked into the other Elf's eyes.<br/><br/>"I see...A little game for money, eh? How much your charging? I might possibly join in on this."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>