<i>His sight was going a little hazy. Whether it was from the whiskey or the steamy unventilated tavern was no more than a mystery. The Half-Elf continued to sip and sip, boring minute after boring minute passing, until eventually he ran out of whiskey. Rustling in his pocket he managed to fish out some coins, barely enough for him to afford his next glass. Placing a few silver coins on the counter, he'd tap his glass as a signal for Nixxrax to bring him more of the same. After patiently awaiting to receive his glass, he'd eventually thirstily sink his lips into it and draw out a brief but contentful swig. Turning around once more, this time he spotted someone actually heading towards the bar.<br/>
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She was, by all that appeared, a Blood Elf. Though she covered her head with her shroud, he could easily define her body type and elven features, the faint green glow from underneath the hood making him certain of his suspicions. As the woman neared the counter, he'd look towards her as she conversed with the tavern owner. She sat just a few seats away from them, so he could clearly hear their conversation and after the woman was taxed and ordered herself a refreshment. As soon as the tavernkeeper strutted away to his usual location by the corner, he'd look at her and intone with his usual slight accent.<br/>
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<b>"He's rippin' ya off, ya know." </b>His eyes would peer directly at her, a half-smile showing on his face despite how much he tried to hide it. <b>"A room's worth ten gold somethin' around here. Though don't say I told ya, it'll get me kicked out."</b> he'd chuckle and take another eager sip from his beverage, awaiting her response.</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>