---Izzy the gnome---<br/><br/>When walking inside of the dim-lighted bar she could see the sticky hair and sordid smiles. They all seem to be so tired of living in their skins, nights fall and dim and fade, while they drink their beers and cheer at every fight started and ended there. The cherryblosom was lying everywhere, slowly falling of the balustrades on top, a pink mess covering all of the floor.<br/><br/>"I'm glad I'm protected against those vile petals... I do wonder how I will be able to drink my mead without a cloth covering my mouth..." She giggled nervously, lifting up her robe to stand knee-deep in the flowery mess, dragging herself forth to the barkeeper.<br/>"Just me and my friend a flag of mead please... " She looked upon the kissing of two humans next to her. Their hands sliding underneath the obsidium armour they were wearing. She could smell the sodden sex of the female, accompanied with the wet sounds of the rough fingers of the man pumping in and out of it. Oh how she wished she had her cigarettes helping her cope with the anxiety of keeping herself occupied, before she damaged all that she cared not to keep in this lifetime of waste around her.<br/><br/>Taking the two flags of mead from the barkeep she ignored the winking and the licking of his lips as his eyes travelled down over her robes. She almost jerked the alcohol out of his  hands before furiously stepping away. "How could he even think... I was interested?" She muttered softly as she handed the flag to the tall woman. "I hope you like the dwarven mead, dear. It's the strongest of all of Eastern Kingdom..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>