She was about to order another tall flagon, in preparation of finishing the first, when she suddenly had company! The goblin turned, slightly, and looked intently at the Draenei. And, judging by her complexion and burning blue eyes, one that had shrugged off the mortal coil. Interesting! Better than most of the refuse that had decided to come into the bar while she was drinking, at the very least. Dax leaned against the side of the bar, raising an eyebrow.<br/><br/>"Yah think I'm a banker, girly? Do I look like I got access to a vault? I know a lotta my kind think it's a great job, but..." She patted her right arm, which was very clearly fit and toned, as was the rest of her. "I'm a brawler, by trade. I don' usually carry a lotta cash on me. But, if yah want ta' sit and chat with me, maybe we can work somethin' out. At tha' very least, I could use some talkin' company. Yah down?"<br/><br/>The goblin patted the stool next to her. She got the feeling the woman was more than a common beggar, but maybe she was wrong. Still, it was worth the effort. She needed entertainment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>