<div class="floatleft">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/323/6/e/jiroph_by_jennyverse-d870m8h.jpg)</div>The elfkin had been led to the Busty Wench in the hope that it wouldn't be like other taverns, some who were too good for his taste, and others which had individuals who created problems. He wanted neither here, his most recent outing had left him with an unshakable feeling of being watched. And in his line of work, ghosts were always a concern. As was vengeance. So perhaps, he thought, some strong drink and good company would be able to ease his nerves. After all, that's all he was looking for. A place to unwind. He was dressed in simple clothes for the occasion, all except for the sword on his back. It was over three feet long, and with a width of almost a foot. The sheath was of some metal that reflected no light. But this didn't dissuade him as he entered into the Tavern.<br/><br/>It was an odd sight. The first thing he did was look around until he found an empty corner booth, which would mean he didn't have to look behind him. He walked to it, eyes straight ahead and viewing the room through his peripherals. It certainly did not seem like a group of troublemakers, more like a group of men getting drunk and watching the waitresses. Which he supposed he could understand. He caught a glance of a nearly naked woman, with very good shape. He noted two other women which seemed like other waitresses, and then wondered how it could be that three could handle such a large amount of patrons. But it wouldn't matter. He could wait. So Jiroph undid his sword sheath and placed the set across the table in front of where he then sat down.