It wasn't uncommon to find soldiers, scouts, or guards within the walls of the pleasure den that was The Bobbing Head. It was a little strange to find them entering so soon after orcs, though. A cautious person may notice the closeness of the orcish monks arrival and Camilla's and suspect a brawl. Even in towns with enforced neutrality, grudges carried over, conflicts came to heads.<br/><br/>Still, the woman may have arrived on her own accord and without knowledge of an orcish presence. One hopes that is the case, at least. This is a fine woman entering the tavern and moving to a spot by the door, though with a clear view of the bar. Camilla is in the prime of her life, perhaps as old as thirty, but likely still in her twenties. Taller than a typical human female, two or three inches short of six feet, with smooth skin the color of almonds and piercing eyes of sharp emeralds. Her hair is short, flowing down to her shoulders and stopping there. Bold, red rouge draws attention to her plump, full lips.<br/><br/>As the woman sits, she removes her wide, blue cloak and exposes the delightful leathers beneath. They favor Stormwind's blue and gold heavily, show shin about her arms, the small of her back, lower belly, and legs below the knee. The tightness of the armor leaves little to the imagination, a delightful thing given her svelte body, wide hips, and admittedly modest bosom that appears quite full in her tunic.<br/><br/>For now, she sits quietly and waves off a serving goblin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>