The Orcress, Duryna Flamestreaked grumbled as she headed back down to the bar. She had barely slept given the various, sounds. And she was still pissed that her "contact" had not shown up earlier. And yet she could not leave. Her patron's words still ringing in her head.<br/>"<b>Wait in the Underbelly for the one I send. Listen to them and do anything they say."</b><br/>She dropped in to a chair which creaked under the weight of her plate mail. She placed her axe down against the wall while waving for a drink. She looked around as she waited for the barmaid, looking for her contact again as she grumbled more to herself. She flicked her long black braid of hair over her back and with a sigh her generous chest pushed against the front of her armor while her light green skin gleamed in the low light of the bar.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>