<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/childedit1.jpg)</div><em>Solfiria Character Post</em><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post</strong>: Noonish<br/><strong>Time of day ending post</strong>: Noonish<br/><strong>Location beginning post</strong>: Main street outside Seaside Sal's<br/><strong>Location ending post</strong>: Main street outside Seaside Sal's<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with</strong>: Corann, Nemea<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required?</strong>No<br/><hr/><br/>When her drink was served, Sol seemed quite intent on it, taking it from the bar keep with a slight nod of her head. She watched the huge man walk away before bringing one tiny hand to wrap its fingers around the short tumbler-sized glass. The amber liquid inside of it swirled in a manner that caught and held her attention, and for a moment, she found her mind wandering to other things. Her mother and how much she missed her... the constant nagging question of what happened to her father and his family... And just what made her such a freak compared to everyone else. As if the question lay somewhere in the place, she lifted her eyes and looked around slowly, taking in one face after the other.<br/><br/>No answers were to be found, however, and soon enough she was slipping her drink beneath her veil and taking a sip to test the flavor. The mention of blood elves drew her thoughts back to the two men she sat with and as she sipped gingerly, getting used to the bite and the burn of the alcohol as it slid down her throat, she sighed. When Nemea's eyes turned back on her, she arched a brow and quickly knocked back what was left in the glass before setting it down once more and turning to look at them in a manner that seemed to suggest that she didn't honestly care what their answer to the statement she was about to make was.<br/><br/>"Do I look like some kind of fighter or magic user to you? Like I can just..." she thought about it for a moment before continuing. "Just wiggle my fingers and turn someone in to a toad? You two can go court death all you like, but like I told the big man earlier... I like all my limbs right where they are, thanks. The payout isn't exactly guaranteed, nor promising enough for me to risk life and limb. Not against blood elves." She shuddered as she finished her little speech, as if just the thought of going head-to-head with blood elves was enough to turn her stomach.