<b>Name: Algerdon<br/>
Age: 783<br/>
Race/gender: Night elf Male</b><br/><br/>His white shirt hanged loosly over his muscular chest, and a collection of trinkets hung around his neck. The night elf had spent a good portion of his day offering the table he sat by an elbow of which he rested his head on. His lips craved for more ale, and he lifted the half empty tankard up to his lips before taking a swig. He rose an eyebrow as he could hear some manner of beast having her way with someone in one of the quarters up the stairs. Granted, that isn't unusual in this tavern, he had never heard someone that loud.<br/><br/>He darted his eyes towards the well tanned, and shaped human woman coming down the stairs. He eyed her top to toe, his glance remaining at her extremly gorgeous feet. He could already feel a bulge building up in his pants. He spends a moment following her with his eyes as she seats herself at a table in the far corner of the room, at a table with a cloth reaching the floor. His eyes still lingered at her feet as she broadcasts them as she crosses them on the table. He gulps once, before taking his courage, and tankard with himself as he walks as masculine as possible over to the woman.<br/><br/>He halts at the other side of the small table, and he smiles awkwardly. Unable to keep his glance off her feet, as his eyes lingers on them, probably quite noticeable. Algerdon finally mans up to ask "Uh. Is this seat.." he stops midsentence, as if her beauty just completely stopped all manner of thought. "Is seat taken?" he finished after a few seconds, he narrows his own brows as he ponders how primitive what he just said sounded.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>