Armored to the teeth, as always with this woman. Miss Ivoryglen wandered down the docks of Booty Bay in a full set of plate armor, with her helm strapped to the band on her satchel for the time being. The full set was tinted blue, and the faintest hints of a gold light flecked the plate shoulders she wore. Over her chest plate was a tabard that displayed the gilded lion of the Alliance, and the nation of Stormwind. But even in a full plate set, it seemed as if nothing could hide her hips and thighs. Her weapon was notably missing.<br/><br/>She looked a bit more aggressive than she had since the last time, and a look of frustration were present on her face as she walked. There was a smear of soot on her sweat-laced brow, as well as on her cheeks. And for the day, her hair was tied up into a messy bun that was loosely held together. She entered the tavern, and her eyes scanned over the trolls at the door as she passed by them. But she knew where she needed to be for now. As she entered, her fat plate boots clicked and clacked against the floor in a stride as she moved towards the corner booth of the room. Along her short journey she caught sight of the woman being unwrapped in the center of the room and licked her lips a bit. But she paid no mind to it for now, and slid into the booth right next to the goblin man.<br/><br/>The goblin in the corner booth didn't seem too amused with her abrupt entrance into his domain, but her business seemed to be swift. She pulled open her satchel, and pulled out a note, and a coinpurse. She placed the note, and the coins down nonchalantly, and the goblin took up the note. It seemed he had seen a request similar before, so there wasn't much of a reaction on his face as he pulled out a few vials for her to take. One was a simple red, one a swirling blue, and the final one appeared to be black and thick like tar. She took up the vials and placed them into her pack, and nodded to the man as she left his booth just about as quickly as she arrived. And now, she moved onto an open booth, and waved down one of the waitresses as she settled herself down.<br/><br/>As she took her seat, a troll waitress arrived, and before the waitress could speak, the plated woman spoke in a rather warm tone, but it was clear her voice was strained. "I just need some Murloc Fin soup, thank you." The waitress nodded, and made her way to submit the order. And as she did so, Miss Ivoryglen settled her head to the back of the booth, and got comfortable. A soft sigh of relief escaped her rather abruptly, and her eyelids settled to hint at her being tired. But at least here she had a nice view of the events taking place around the bar.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>