A large Worgen steps off the boardplanks off a ship docked in the harbor. His fur as crimson as blood itself as he guided the air to his nostrils with a pleasant exhalation. A small group of the crew following close behind the barely dressed captain wearing only his pants, belt and bracers. Keeping it simple for his visit to one of the best places in town.<br/><br/>He arrives at the Bobbing Head and finds himself a remote table while the crew settles down around him and starts to grope the staff. The crimson coated worgen's gaze would take in all the scenery with a wide grin of satisfaction, this was truly where he belonged. He sat and pondered his options and weighing his expectations of getting a good find.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>