The Quicksand. The home of the Adventurer's Guild for Ul'Dah, a bar, and so much more. The proprietor is a Lalafell known as Momodi – a bossy little woman who loves to speak frankly but runs a clean establishment all the same. Courtesans come and go looking for and finding clients throughout the day, drug peddlers shadily sit in corners 'shaking hands' with their customers. Adventurers, mercenaries, drunkards, brass-blades, SultanSworn, private guards; this massive corner of Ul'Dah has it all and I just love going to it, daily if I can help it. I usually stick out like a sore thumb in this place which is half the reason I come here. So few men in Ul'Dah can or even know how to wear a suit and properly dress, it almost makes the chase too easy for me and I always get shown the a proper amount of respect.
As I walk into the bar, pushing the heavy doors open with my arms out wide as I part them, the smells and aromas of unwashed adventurers, stale food, cheap whores, gut-rottingly bad booze all my hit me at once and I can't help but smile. It's offensive, but I've grown a bit used to it. The doors opening and closing stir the dusty and stale air, swirling it around as I enter the boor and approach a free spot on a railing that surrounds the inner seating area of the bar. I lean over the real, elbows propped against it as I remove my nez-styled glasses and scan the room. It's a bit dark inside here, and today it's crowded to its usual capacity. After looking over the crowd I notice a familiar face standing guard like she typically does at that same pillar. She's a SulstanSworn and stands out like a small beacon against the dark and damp feeling of the Quicksand. I observe her for a moment, paying attention to see if she is busy and once I determine she's not I begin to make my way over to her to say my hellos.
The SultanSworn's name is Coatleque Crofte. I never really learned how to say her first name so I avoid it entirely by referring to her simply as Crofte. She's built like a proper highland woman, clear muscle and definition on her frame with some obvious strength to her. She's also quite tall for a hyur woman, measuring in at I would guess around 5'10 or so. When I am privileged enough to see her outside of that armored uniform and in a proper dress, she has wide hips, an ample bosom, and firm shoulders. Like I said a true Highland woman, one many men would love to have at their side in combat or in their bed.
Luckily for us all Crofte not only has the assets to be a proper woman of my kind, but she also has quite the looks to her. She is indeed a pretty young woman. Her skin is fair and lacks scars, she keeps herself clean and what little makeup she wears is always neat and well applied around her eyes; Crofte prefers pink hues for eye shadow to surround those green irises of hers. Her red and orange colored hair is usually kept in a long ponytail that flows down her back between her shoulders. She is particular with her bangs, one side always hanging loosely to cover an eye and portion of her cheek with the other side of her bangs brushed back and tucked to the side behind an ear. Crofte usually wears pink-diamond ear rings and if she wears lip gloss the color is light and natural. I personally find her to be beautiful but I learned long ago to not have anything other than a professional interest in her. Fortunately for me, Crofte was gracious when she turned down my advances.
[work in progress...to be continued...]
As I walk into the bar, pushing the heavy doors open with my arms out wide as I part them, the smells and aromas of unwashed adventurers, stale food, cheap whores, gut-rottingly bad booze all my hit me at once and I can't help but smile. It's offensive, but I've grown a bit used to it. The doors opening and closing stir the dusty and stale air, swirling it around as I enter the boor and approach a free spot on a railing that surrounds the inner seating area of the bar. I lean over the real, elbows propped against it as I remove my nez-styled glasses and scan the room. It's a bit dark inside here, and today it's crowded to its usual capacity. After looking over the crowd I notice a familiar face standing guard like she typically does at that same pillar. She's a SulstanSworn and stands out like a small beacon against the dark and damp feeling of the Quicksand. I observe her for a moment, paying attention to see if she is busy and once I determine she's not I begin to make my way over to her to say my hellos.
The SultanSworn's name is Coatleque Crofte. I never really learned how to say her first name so I avoid it entirely by referring to her simply as Crofte. She's built like a proper highland woman, clear muscle and definition on her frame with some obvious strength to her. She's also quite tall for a hyur woman, measuring in at I would guess around 5'10 or so. When I am privileged enough to see her outside of that armored uniform and in a proper dress, she has wide hips, an ample bosom, and firm shoulders. Like I said a true Highland woman, one many men would love to have at their side in combat or in their bed.
Luckily for us all Crofte not only has the assets to be a proper woman of my kind, but she also has quite the looks to her. She is indeed a pretty young woman. Her skin is fair and lacks scars, she keeps herself clean and what little makeup she wears is always neat and well applied around her eyes; Crofte prefers pink hues for eye shadow to surround those green irises of hers. Her red and orange colored hair is usually kept in a long ponytail that flows down her back between her shoulders. She is particular with her bangs, one side always hanging loosely to cover an eye and portion of her cheek with the other side of her bangs brushed back and tucked to the side behind an ear. Crofte usually wears pink-diamond ear rings and if she wears lip gloss the color is light and natural. I personally find her to be beautiful but I learned long ago to not have anything other than a professional interest in her. Fortunately for me, Crofte was gracious when she turned down my advances.
[work in progress...to be continued...]
