*Crunch!!* The sound of bone and flesh cracking and breaking under immense pressure reverberated all throughout the seedy dimly lit tavern even among the cacophony of lewd chatterings and hollers from the other tavergoers. A cheer erupted suddenly, followed by some clapping and hearty laughter at the whimsical carnage being displayed before everyones' eyes as a limp dangling piece of arm hung loosely from the stub of a quite unfortunate patron of the Bobbing Head tavern. "Quite a strong arm ye' got there, laddy!", the dwarf with the broken and now useless right arm said afterwards, seeming not to notice his own predicament as he stood up from his stool. "Fitty gold pieces, wuzzit? Eh heh heh, how 'bout I just buy ya a couple rounds on me?"<br/><br/>The arm wrestling match now over, the giant Draenei flexed and stretched his fingers and wrists about to relieve some of the tension. He had won, quite decisively, but the dwarf had put up quite a good match regardless. He sighed inwardly though when he heard the dwarf's offer. Quixl'mesh much preferred gold. Drinks were abundant in a place like this and he was quite loaded as it was, but his winnings from the night thus far equated to a small fortune so he was feeling a bit amicable. "Sure...whatever. A Darnassus sapphire, then. On ice. With a cherry on top. And make it quick, dwarf. I suspect you won't be the last fool to challenge me here." The dwarf scurried off, his battered arm still hanging off, twisted and bleeding all over the wooden floorboards of the tavern as he left quite a discernible trail that would probably remain uncleaned if the rest of the tavern gave any indication.<br/><br/>Quixl'mesh stood up from his own stool now, a little bored of mere arm wrestling for now as he made his way over to a beaten up sofa over on the backwall to relax and await his drink. He only vaguely payed attention to the sexual theatrics of a night elf, orc, and tauren and wondered if he was partly hallucinating now from the strange sight before him. What did catch his attention was a certain high elf walking into the tavern, her rich blue color scheme standing out from the particular grossness of everything else as well as her rather regal demeanor. "What's a girl like that doing here?", the giant Draenei wondered out loud, sitting himself down upon the sofa, awaiting his drink.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>