<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The unusually wide tower looked to be at least two stories high. Clearly written upon the sign above the door was simply, "The Nest". As Kachina entered she felt many eyes fall upon her. The brightly lit lobby has a distinctive yellow and black theme. Four scantily dressed young women are currently sitting upon a wide oaken sofa. They had taken notice of the half elf and now were whispering to one another.<br/>Before Kachina could even react a tall elven woman descended down the staircase on the opposite side of the room. The silvery haired elf smiled wickedly when she saw who had entered her establishment. Her small black dress left only a little to the imagination as she strode toward the sorceress.<br/>"My! Aren't you a rare sight?", the elven woman spoke, her deep voice resonating about the room. Their is a peculiar presence about the lovely lady.<br/>Pulling up a couple wooden chairs, she pats one and offers it. "Take a seat dear.", she offers, sitting across from her, legs crossed.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Kachina's gaze would fall upon the four scantily clad young women sitting on the couch.    However, her gaze does not remain long.  Nor does it afford her time for a reaction.  Or even to ponder and come to conclusion as to what kind of establishment she has walked into.    For one of them would lift their eyes off of hers.  She follow that ones gaze.   To see a elven woman coming down the stairs.   The female is dressed in a short black dress that left little to the imagination.   Long silver hair that contrasted the black dress.<br/><br/>Following the elven female as she descended down the stair with her gaze.   Kachina would shift a bit in her stance.   As the elven woman would speak as she approached.   Saying what a lovely sight she was, that being herself.   For some reason she could not help but blush at the compliment.     The voice boomed as elder would in addressing one of the young.    At that moment home came flooding back into her thoughts.      She never dare talk back to an elder.   The elf would grab two wooden chairs and pull them out into the middle there.   Patting one, and calling for her to take a seat   As she herself would sit down in the other one.<br/><br/>Compelled through upbringing to listen to ones elders.    I take the offered seat, as I slip down into the wooden chair.   As I settle into the seat.   I look across to the elven female.   I rack my mind to fetch the words said by the half orc.    What had he said,  oh wait employment.  If I were looking for employment.     Before I know it,  this comes spewing out of my mouth.  Before I could give it any reasonable thought to it.<br/><br/><em>"Employment?"</em>