Sakeya had hardly moved the whole time since she had found herself a seat for her   and her companion Tyberus. The room had taken a long while to stop spinning like a top in her vision and every moment  the sensation dragged on she began to look more and more green at the gills, waving away the gawking bar maidens when she could. It was hard enough knowing people stared because the Draenei race so closely resembled the demons of the Legion but she wasn’t going to have young girls watching her expel the contents of her stomach if she did happen to have to.<br/><br/>Mercifully the room began to stop its maniacal dervish as people began to filter out and left her and a few others with what she assumed was the locals and a few other mercs. Sitting up straight in her chair for the first time since she’d arrived, the Draenic woman let one hand roam through her loose strands of almost azure hair and began to pan her head , letting her monochromatic blue eyes take in the room.<br/><br/>She was an experienced huntress and it would have showed in her discerning gaze, her keen eyes tried to take in every detail of those she assumed were to be her mercenary kin. For some it was quite easy, the two red headed lasses were certainly armed and ready for conflict and the odd pandaren male seemed to be as well. The only person she couldn’t quite place was the exotic, beautiful looking dark skinned human woman who walked the floors in nearly nothing at all. Sakeya wondered perhaps if she was a tavern whore paid by the inn and of course her clients or. . .<br/><br/>A shrill but muted screech from her left shoulder blasts in her ear and robs the Draenei of her thoughts. At first she looks somewhat irritated, her features shifting into a frown as she looks at the great black hawk on her shoulder , it’s talons dug into the mail at her shoulder but when she looked ahead once more she saw why Tyberus had warned her. The huntress knew better than to laugh at the Tauren or the little green man he was guarding and without waiting was immediately on her cloven hooves when the offer to follow was given, being the first to take after him with hooves clopping quickly on the wooden floors. The bangles on her tail rattled, the links just loose enough to make nose as they slid into each other but she seemed fairly unaware,  more focused on trying to keep her large bow from clipping door frames and keeping up with the quick little goblin…<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>