<strong>Wessly Breechbolt</strong>(http://i61.tinypic.com/333lpxx.jpg) |<strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><em>"Yo bartender! Something strong and pricy!"</em><br/><br/>The slightly high-pitched voice came from<em>below</em>the bar. Well, not below, per se, but out of eye sight of the bartender. At only four feet tall (which was actually pretty tall for a goblin), Wess tended to disappear in crowds. It was how she liked it most of the time. When trying to get a drink, though, it made things rough. When she hopped up on a stool she was much more visible. She parked herself next to the gladiator woman and leaned forward, crossing her arms on the counter. Wessly might've been short, but she'd somehow found a way to pack more curve in her petite frame than should be legally allowable. She apparently knew it, too, because the leather pants and sleeveless shirt she wore fit close to her, hugging her every curve.<br/><br/>The only thing breaking the curvy ride up and down her body was her belt, riddled with pouches filled with various tools of her trade. Her cloak, which contained her weapons, had been hung up at the door, but it was wise to assume that she probably had a little something hidden on her for self-defense. After all, a lady can never be too careful! And as a thief, she had to be doubly so!<br/><br/>