Ros gave the tavern a skeptical look as she stepped through the door. There had been a trio of them when they had left Stormwind City to see for themselves the famous goblin city that was supposed to be a hot-bed of depravity. However, her two companions had left at the entrance to the Bobbing Head, their apprehension having conquered their curiosity.<br/><br/>Not so for Ros. Instead, she walked right in the door and gave a cheerful smile to the bouncers at the entrance before walking up to the bar. Her throat was getting quite parched from the Stranglethorn heat.<br/><br/>”Pardon me,” she exclaimed as a general call-out in the room. ”Who serves the drinks in this establishment?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>