For a moment Ash thought he had her in his clutches, his charm rarely failed him before-- especially in this tavern. At times all it took was a sly smile, a wink, and perhaps a mug of ale, sometimes it took no more than a silver piece. Unsure whether it was the light buzz from the booze that drove him, or iit was the general hot and sticky atmosphere of the inn itself, but he resolved to remain as persistent as he could be. The elf stood from his chair and reached for his notched greatsword, sliding it into the scabbard. With a quick action he hoisted it over his shoulder and waltzed over to the bar with a slight smirk upon his features. He kept a locked pair of eyes on the Draenei woman, noticing that she had began to peer out the window, and let his mind wander with possibilities and outcomes-- plays and gimmicks. After a long process of thought, he resolved that the best action was to be earnest: A newer play in his book.  The tall Blood Elf gave a quick 'tip of the hat' gesture to Fergus and slid him a bulging sack of coins.<br/><br/><b>"I'll be back for this later."</b><br/><br/>Ash gave a swift pat on the shoulder to the familiar dwarf in recognition and gave him a wink.<b> "Hell of a sack you have there." </b>Before the black-bearded dwarf had an opportunity to reply, Ash had already began to slink in the direction of the pale-haired Draenei.Moving like a pale ghost he slid through the tables, hardly paying a glance to the rest of the debauchery going on around him and only imagining his own. Draenei had always been so chaste in his time at Shattrath: He could hit on any Vindicator or Anchorite he had liked, but more often than not they would hit back. Perks of being a Scryer associate, he always figured. As he grew in view, he was glad that his leathers were looser than the other pair. The moaning mixed with this eyes slowly undressing her had made his trousers wiggle just in the slightest, and that would certainly mess up whatever game he thought himself to be playing.<br/><br/>Ash emerged infront of the table before she was likely to notice and leaned down with a hand propping him up.<b> Not very many people come to this place to look outward, when they could be looking inward."</b>Ash flashed her a charming grin and bowed his head once in greeting.<b> "The name's Ash. It's short for something long and hard to say, so just call me Ash."</b>The man gave her a once-over glance that he thought was subtle, but likely was not.<b>"Care for some company?</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>