Idling about at the counter, he took another look about the bar proper. The Salty Sailor, at what point did proper come into play here? True, they had upgraded, expanding the size, and even adding in a small dance stage and live band, a few barmaids wondered about, and most of the furnishing were new... er. Yet it was not the decor which allured him, he could have flown his deathless carcass to Silvermoon if he wanted eye candy. No, he came in hopes of meeting an old friend, and possibly make a new aquaintance. Or an employer would be nice... It had been ages since a decent assignment fell in his lap.<br/><br/>Perhaps he had his expectations too high? It was still only mid day, more light then was to his liking slipping through the cloth covered doorway. The bar was calm, quiet even, save for the gnomish band who played odd metallic wind instruments, a slow, sultry tune. Didn't they call it Jazz? Curious, normally it was his undead kin that he would have expected to compose so sad a song. Looking about once more, golden glowing eyes took in everyone present. Dressed from head to toe in dark cloaks of colors ranging from gray to black and even smoky white. Hood low, scarf high.<br/><br/>Skeletal fingers, wrapped in black leather gloves carefully held a short, stout glass of dark red blood wine by the brim, idly swirling it as he waited on...<br/><br/>((All are welcome to this WoW Oriented RP. All I ask, is that ERP which stems from character interactions be taken to PMs, by getting a room in the tavern above the bar proper. Only five people can be actively posting in the thread at a time, so if you and anyone else go PMing, let us all know so new guests can step in. Inactivity for over a week will have you ICishly removed so new people can join in.))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>