Off to one end of the tavern there was a door that seemed to lead to a basement. The stairs creek and groaned as the click and clack of high heeled shoes crushed the wood below. Visible through cracks in the wall was a feint green glow and as a door nobody noticed nor would have imagined there swung open the feint sound of humming widgets and bubbling sounds flowed out from below the establishment into the main parlor room were the sounds of moans and sex filled the air. The pale woman, Brigite, covered from her neck down to her ankles in dress cloth and an apron with several green, red and yellow stains walked up to the bartender. Or more accurately seemed to glide effortlessly across, moving with delicate precision. She carried a lantern with a solid glowing balls the emitted a soft but intense green light. She spoke with a Duskwoodish accent mixed with Gilnean. Offering the bartender a package which she almost set down in a puddle of cum, before noticing it and setting the package down somewhere else.<br/><br/>Her heels were noticeably bright red, standing out against her black dress and white soiled apron. "To Stormwind Keep, they'll be interested." she nods before handing the man some strange note with the Bank of Stormwinds sigil on it. She then turns about, observing the masses of folks within the bar, thrusting hips and dancing tits and pulsing cocks and all. Her curvy form was hidden somewhat by an oddly conservative dress for someone standing in this particular tavern. Her hair had apparently recently been cropped very short, in a kind of bob. Her pale green eyes appeared blood shot and she eyed each patron with an unnerving level of interest.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>