Alicia at this point had waited well over a five minutes to actually receive her drink. Once it had finally found itself in front of her, Alicia's hand would burst free from the ebon black traveling cloak that flowed about her; a single and slender black and red trimmed glove would hold a few silver coins. Softly her hand would set the coins down before grasping at the handle of the large metallic mug she had be supplied with before pulling away from the bar, just as quickly as she slipped into the space between both Dwarf and Orc she had slipped out.<br/><br/>Slowly Alicia would turn to cast her gaze over the busy and crowded Inn. Not much caught her eye, minus a Draenei who seemed to not be too steady on her feet before finding an empty chair. After a few more moments of notable searching Alicia would determine two things. That first her 'employer' was nowhere to be found and secondly there was a single table free in the corner of the room, close to the side of the bar. Alicia would quickly up her pace and maneuver through the crowd and eventually to her destination. Setting her drink down at the table she would claim it for her own. Before Alicia sat down she would grasp at the inside of her traveling cloak and seemingly undo a few ties or toggles. With that the cloak would fall free and Alicia's now fully visible arms would slide to grasp at the cloak before it fell to the ground.<br/><br/>Alicia now stood in just her tightly fitted ebon black and crimson trimmed armour. Slowly her arms would find themselves folding the cloak before setting it to rest over the chair she planned to sit at. Eventually Alicia set the cloak carefully over the chair and turned to finally sit down. She now sat alone at her large table, the single metallic mug seemingly lonely without its partners that should've been scattered about the table and belong to each other seat. Alicia though did not seem to share the same sense. Slowly she'd turn her head and begin to pan the busy Inn about her whilst one gloved hand would move to her head and pull a few loose strands of fiery red hair back into rank and file. Again she did not spot much out of the ordinary. "It seems as if my employer will be running fashionably late" she'd mutter to herself before turning her head back to the metallic mug and lifting it to her softly red hued lips.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>