Name: Eanarai 'Ea' Shadowsun<br/>Age: 114, looks about the human equiv. of 23.<br/>Race/Gender: Blood Elf, Female.<br/><br/>"Better luck next time, boy." Ea pulled the leather guard that covered her lower face down as she grinned, slipping the tip of her sword between the ties that bound his money-pouch to his belt, and twisting the blade. As it cut the thong, the flat of the sword lifted the pouch, and with a little flick of her wrist she caught it. "Don't take it personal, hm? Very few can stand toe to toe with me and win while<i>sober</i>, and you're well past three sheets to the wind." She offered a saucy wink as he groaned and attempted to stand, muttering something about cheating. Ea simply closed her leather armor, hiding the bare breasts that had gained her the upper hand. "I didn't cheat, I simply used a weakness against you. Don't be a sore loser now."<br/><br/>The rogue chuckled again, turning on a heel and making her way from the dueling circles up into the inn. She didn't stay here often; it was best to always be on the move, but there was something to be said about good drinks, and the Cantrip had them in spades. A few flasks of whiskey purchased with her newly gained gold, the scarlet-tressed woman glanced around for a spot to sit, and spies one beside what seemed to be a rather broody looking Ebon Knight. She moved past the others who came and went, her steps fluid and movements easy, before settling herself down in a chair behind Auric. Popping the cork on one of her flasks, she takes a long draw, her eyes scouring him discreetly for things of value, though she truly wasn't in the mood to be the pick-pocket she could be. Regardless, her fingers reached out, lightly tapping the axe he had strapped to his back. Admittedly, the woman had a rather soft spot for a good weapon, even if she couldn't use it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>