Bootybay; Novik hated this pathetic excuse for a port, the entire city stank of Horde filth.Oh how he wished to sink his blade into ork and goblin flesh alike, but he kept himself in check, he was here under orders - the killing could wait, he was to meet a informat at sundow - and it was the morning, his mood darkened to a deadly level, and his hand twitched towards his sword.fantastic, that meant he had to waste an entire day in this light forsaken city. But his mood was quickly changed by a pub he spotted, "The Living Shadows" it was named, an odd name for a pub for sure, but still a place to get an ale or two.
He pushed against the wooden door with a plated hand, forcing it open fully, before striding into the building. The first thing he noticed was the Horde, his earlier thoughts of slaying came back to him, and his hand once again found itself on his sword. But he forced the hatred down, afterall, the owner wouldint probably like to clean up the blood, and light he wanted some ale.
He roughly shouldered past a troll, making sure to give it a glimpse of his alliance tabard. There was only one Human in the pub, and he made his way towards her direction, away from the majority of the horde. He sat down a table away, setting his shield and helmet on the ground next to him, before signalling for the waitress(or waiter, IDK)
Edited by Novik on 2/15/2013 3:54 PM PST