Far from home would be an understatement as the human man made his way through the dusty streets of Ratchet, he was a tall and muscular example of his race with richly tanned skin and a body that looked as if it had been hewn from stone. He dressed rather plainly with a thin slightly baggy linen shirt and a pair of brown shorts that had started to tatter and fray at their lower edges. He was mostly unscathed, a dark black haired smith with dots and splotches of scars along his forearms lefts by many years at the forge.<br/><br/>The Silken Vice wasn't much different from home, he thought, as he made his way through the doorway and was immediately welcomed by the sight of two lusty Tauren. He smirked a bit to himself and chuckles, muttering a quick "Guess things don't change much wherever you go" before wandering to the bar. He sat down, ordered a tall ale, and slowly began to sip at it. His eyes wandered as he nursed the drink, watching the many exotic beauties and laughing patrons that flowed around him while he gradually began to sink in to drunkenness.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>