The tall Elezen stops in his tracks, a Miqo'te girl under each arm and a bottle of rum in each hand. The two catgirls giggle as Reilan puts on his best rogue's grin, his pince-nez shining in the light and replies, "My good man, I'm simply here to enjoy the finer revelries provided by this fine establishment. Namely booze and wenches." He grins as he urges the girls forward, giving them both a drink from the bottles he's double-fisting.Â
K'hane Tariq deadpans at the Lalafell reporter. "I haven't the slightest idea why I'm here. I have very important research I could be conducting, but my fellows have deemed it imperative that we visit this... establishment. With any luck we shan't be here more than a few bells, but I suspect that will not be the case." She sighs and plods off.
K'hane Tariq deadpans at the Lalafell reporter. "I haven't the slightest idea why I'm here. I have very important research I could be conducting, but my fellows have deemed it imperative that we visit this... establishment. With any luck we shan't be here more than a few bells, but I suspect that will not be the case." She sighs and plods off.
