There are had been a creaking noise as a man of elvish descent walked through the doors of the Bobbing Head. He wandered through the establishment, drinking in the sights of the women dancing. He smirked, seeing the back rooms where shadows were seen thrusting. He smirked, only to take a seat at the bar, peering at the barkeep. "Honey mead, please." He glanced around at the patrons of the raunchy bar within Booty Bay. He saw the woman who had just some Murloc Fin soup.<br/><br/>He eyed the woman over for a few moments before nodding, whether she saw it or not was based if she noticed him looking at her from afar. He looked in front of him to see the mug placed in front of him. He brought the mug to his lips, sipping the mead, downing it easily. He sighed with content as he tasted sweet honey from the alcohol. He cleaned his upper lip with his tongue, only to set the mug down. The elf wore leather armor that complimented his form rather well. They were darker colors. Mainly blacks and grays, but had hints of darker greens as well. He had a mask as well that hung around his neck like a scarf.<br/><br/>The elf had platinum blonde hair that was tightly tied in a phoenix tail. Some strands neatly hanging on the sides, going down to his shoulders and some to his chest even. His eyes weren't as harsh as the typical Sin'dorei's. His were a bit more lighter in appearance, like a mist ran through them, diluting the harsh emerald color the fel taint made. He was good-looking like most of his kin. He looked youthful in a sense.<br/><br/>The leather-clad elf would stay at the bar, keeping to himself as he admired the woman from afar, switching his gaze to a few other patrons as he waited to see if she'd call out to him, or if he would have to initiate the conversation between them himself. He smirked softly, eager to see the result.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>