A light, salt-scented breeze drifted in to the cesspit that was Booty Bay, bringing with it blessed relief from the humid jungle heat of Stranglethorn Vale. For those that were unused to the heat, this breeze was a Holy thing to be welcomed with open arms. For those that had been in this place for a while and who had grown used to the heat long ago, it was still welcome, but it didn't receive the open-armed welcome the newcomers gave it. Instead it got that of an old friend, dropping by regularly as they always do, and always greeted with smiles and laughter. It didn't help the sweat much, though. The wind brought temporary relief, but the sweat still poured.<br/><br/>For the Draenei standing near a merchant's wagon in full plate armour, the wind was a great gift. She had never been to Booty Bay before and she would not long stay within the coastal settlement's limits. She'd asked the merchant if this place was always as hot as it had been for the two days they had spent in the town and the Human woman had just laughed and said, "Dear, be thankful we've had this breeze the entire time. Wait until we leave Booty Bay and travel through the actual jungle where the coast and its breeze is nowhere to be seen." The words had soured Raelixea's - for that was the Draenei's name - day. She'd been hoping this place was an anomaly and that any other place they visited would be cooler than this one. She should have known. She'd visited the Barrens, after all, so heat was nothing new. But this was a very different heat than she was used to.<br/><br/>It was still quite a long time before they were due to leave, and then even longer before they actually left, and the Draenei had nothing she felt like doing. Any drinking would see her unfit to fight any dangers they came across throughout the day, she didn't have the money or inclination to visit one of the many whores that called Booty Bay home, and she had no one to spar with. So instead she sat, heavy armour clinking as she rested herself upon the wagon. The other nine guards, most of them new ones, had yet to show up. The majority of the outfit that had been guarding the merchant and her wares down through Ashenvale, the Barrens and then across the sea had departed upon reaching Booty Bay. Thus the reason they'd spent more than a day in the town. Well, that and the woman had decided she needed to offload some wares and purchase others.<br/><br/>As she waited, the Draenei pulled out one of her axes from its loop on her belt, holding it gently in her gauntletless hands and inspecting the edge carefully. She knew that she'd recently sharpened it, but it had become a habit of hers during this job whilst she waited to check the edge and pretend she was doing something. She'd likely continue to do it with both of them until everyone arrived and it was time to depart.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>