The door to the tavern clattered open as a large argonian pushed it aside and stepped into its warm embrace, a notable improvement from the cool night air. Blade smirked after casting a cursory glance at his surroundings with his frigid gaze. It seemed that the rumors were true, the Busty Wench Tavern was quite the hive of debauchery, several scenes of sensuality taking place right before his eyes. The reptile had a sneaking suspicion that he would enjoy his time here.<br/><br/>But first, Blade intended to deal with his dry palate. He made a beeline for an open seat at the bar and slung his claymore on the back of the tall chair before plopping into it himself and signaling the bar tender with a brief wave. "Hey," he barked gruffly, "mead." The tinkle of coin hitting the wooden table ensured the waiters attention. His order placed, the mercenary turned once again to gaze upon the room, content to enjoy the show for the time being. His ice blue eyes glittered in the warm glow of the candle light as he watched well endowed women and men tend to their eager customers, feeling a feral desire course through his own veins, and wondered who would serve as his prey tonight.