Ithalin continued to silently survey the various scenes unfolding about the tavern, taking the occasional pull from a metal flask that never seemed to run dry, despite the hours of use he had put it through by now. The hand not busy working the container idly drummed on the wooden table before him, unlike the hands of quite a few other patrons, which seemed rather busy providing some measure of self-induced pleasure. The black traveling leathers he wore had miraculously managed to remain not only tightly clad on his form, but completely unstained by any of the various fluids that were squirting about the room at any given time. He figured it might be out of fear of rousing him to action-- at seven and a half feet tall, and looking more like he was carved from a mass of muscle-flesh than born, it wasn't terribly surprising that even in this place, folks didn't want to test what the man could do to their bodies.<br/><br/>On the other hand, he considered, it may be because of his status as an undead, specifically a death knight-- denoted by the orbs of Lichfire burning in his eye sockets. This was decidedly less likely, as evidenced by the number of Forsaken partaking in the debauchery, and they were far more along rot-wise than his own perfectly maintained form. Taking another swig of his drink, he hauled himself to his feet, the metal flask dispersing into a fine, shadowy mist. He strode quickly over to where the Tauren was busy rutting the Sin'dorei, who to her credit seemed rather nonchalant about the whole thing. Leaning against a nearby support beam, he flicked his burning gaze between them and the pair of Kaldorei who seemed intent to hump something other than a tree for once.<br/><br/>His eyes settled on the Sin'dorei, and she'd feel a presence in her mind, speaking in perfect Thalassian.<span style="color: #b30000">"You can certainly take the bull, can't you? I wonder if you could take two at once, though."</span>As the voice spoke, images would flash through her mind, alternating between Ithalin, still human, rutting her from behind with his own massive cock, buried to the hilt inside of her. The other set was of an undead tauren doing the same-- or perhaps it wasn't a different person at all, merely one who had changed shapes.<span style="color: #b30000">"The Void has such wonderful gifts to share with you, if you dare to take them."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>