Vyasriel entered the establishment after a rather long trek through the stranglethorn jungle on a job she could only explain as infuriating. Six hours sweating and fighting all she had to show for it was numerous cuts and bruises across her lean frame.  She is a nightelf, sitting right at seven feet tall, with a modest sized bust and rather bottom heavy build. A keen eye would likely spot the buldge down her left thigh through the tight leather leggings she was wearing. Luckily, for having worked all day she didn't really give off the aura one would expect, having either bathed before coming to the tavern or using rather potent anti-scent oils. She paused, for the briefest moment to look over the goings on around her before moving to the crowded bar and ordering herself a drink.<br/><br/>"Mead, please. Maybe something stronger when I get warmed up." Her voice almost had a natural purr on the undertone of every word.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>