the shining yellow eyes of a pale night elf quickly fell upon the lone blood elf, picking the quiet one out of all the chaos of the inn. She quickly invited herself to the elf's table to get a closer look. "hey there mister!" she said, pronouncing her words with exaggeration to pierce the raucous din. "it's nice that you horde folks can come and visit us now! how are you enjoying goldshire?" she questioned, taking in the nakedness of those around her. As she spoke, she appeared to lack the usual soft eloquence of most night elves, but a frothing mug of ale in hand helped to explain that. Had she not possesed the bare minimum of clothing, consisting only of undergarments fashioned delicately from leaves, she might have been mistaken for one of the 'entertainers' at the inn tonight, but it transpired to most who noted her drunkenness that she may not always have worn so little.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>