As she was washing her glasses with a bright red towel she smiled softly against one of her regular customers. A rugged old man that had more hairs in his beard then there were left on his head. Nonetheless, after every night of drinking 8 to 12 pints he would try to seduce her over and over again. As he was doing now, tugging softly on the long sleeves of her dark green silken robe, matching beautifully with the colour of her eyes. She just looked at him and smiled, gently caressing his face as she said:<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">"No bernie, ya can't... Ya haf' to get home to ya wife remember? She musta been waiting for ya all night ayready."</span><br/><br/>She'd tugged her hand back and saw the door of her inn open again, growling lightly at the sight of a man completely covered and cloaked in dark leather, hiding his face from sight so she could not even see the intentions this man might have with her modest inn. The place wasn't big, but stood out from all the other buildings in gilneas for it's clean and sturdyness. She was a good repairsman, or woman as she would quickly correct anyone who would see her timber her windows or banisters again from yet another warning from the greedy goblins that wanted her out of this place. She would never give into their desires, this place was hers. And although with the dark red drapes, the white neatly placed candles on each roughly made table, and the sqeeuking chairs and doors, she would never wanted to trade it for all the gold in the world.<br/><br/>But his man.. this dark hooded man gave her the creeps, and the more her neared her bartap the more she wanted him out of her inn, out of her place. She sighed however and took her glass and towel with her as she neared where sat down, hearing his rough voice order a drink from her.<br/><b><br/>
"Something strong for me, and keep it coming. Also, fill the flask up with some whiskey or bourbon..."</b><br/><br/>And alcoholic she thought.. a depraved and lonely mind, probarly a bounty hunter of some sort, no moral fiber in his body to regret  the things he does, but enough to regret all of his past. She could see everybody's life in a split second, just geussing it from the way they walked, talked and looked like. And she was almost never wrong..<br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">"Somethang strong ha.. hun? Some homebrewed rum perhaps? If ya'd like ta end up in the care of a goblin nurse aff course..." </span>she giggled softly, but everybody in the inn could hear the uncomfortable and forced undertone of her sweet voice laughing at her own joke. She was very uncomfortable with this man, all the signs of trouble were surrounding him like an warning on a rabid-carrying-raging-worgen at hunterseason..<br/><br/>Putting down her glass, she reached out her pale-white hand and took the flask that was put close to his body, not leaving her eyes from this man as she tried to look under the brim of his head. Just to see his eyes, just to see if there was something of humanity, friendlyness left in this man. His accent not even betraying his whereabouts..<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>