Lelith is more than simply unaware of the events passing her by, but she appears to be in her own little world. Apparently no one had told her it was a bad idea to traverse the docks whilst your head was buried in a book, because it seemed that she found tales of fiction and 'romance' infinitely more interesting than bar fights, and whores, and whatever depraved activity was common place in booty bay. Her flowing scarlet robes gave her away as someone who might hide behind a hail of dazzling magical bolts, though it wasn't obvious what precisely she practiced. The oblivious girl shook her crimson hair, and a dreamy sigh passed between her lips as she wills the story onwards, her eyes not leaving the page once.<br/><br/>Lelith was no more than a traveller in these parts. She had found herself the benefactor of a streak of luck in the auction house, and decided to sample the more eisurely pursuits that the eastern kingdoms and beyond might offer her. So far, she couldn't see the attraction. Her beds were nice, a comfy perch for reading, but little else struck her fancy. Evidently, the scenery had yet to draw her to whatever aesthetic treats taht Booty Bay might hold for her, though she didn't really mind. She had plenty of books.<br/><br/>The dark, fiery haired girl flicks across to another page with a dainty finger, before directing the same digit to push a pair of round-rimmed spectacles to the top of her nose, only to have them slide down again. It seems to matter not, however, as she continues on being disinterested by her surroundings and far too interested in her book to notice the nearby commotion at the inn. Lelith is only constrained to ignorance for a short while longer, though, before her path is blocked by something solid. The wayward object seems to catch her foot, and before she knows what's happened, the book has flown out of her hand and her face is just barely stopped from hitting the hard wood of the docks, nearly before she had time to yelp in shock.<br/><br/>The faint clink of skittering metal is heard as Lelith's glasses slide away fom her. She looks around to see what tripped her and she is met with the sight of a crouching night elf, tending to what appears to be a drunk or unconscious Pandaren. "O-Oh my goodness, s-sorry!" Lelith stammers, her cheeks aflame with a rosy red as she realises that she just tripped over the elven woman. "S-So sorry..." She mutters again, wondering where her glasses had gotten to.<br/><br/>"Are you... Alright?" Lelith asks with a wince, her knee seeming to bear a rather nasty graze, visible when she stopped rubbing it. Her robes splayed about her on the wooden deck, and she hadn't quite noticed that they were open enough to leave her legs quite an easily glimpsed sight. Clearly, this girl wasn't quite with it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>