The dark boot came down avoiding the cookie trail and Melodia let out a sharp hiss as she caught her balance. She was in her full Yellowjacket uniform today and had planned to cut through the Wench, always on the listen for a rumor or snippet of information.
And here was this Miqo'te crawling on the ground with a line of cookies before her. She cleared her throat, her long blue hair and sharp burgandy eyes contrasting the yellow of her top.
"Ahem! An' may I ask what yer doin' here, ma'am? Ye know this is a tavern? A place o'Â booze an' people tryin' t' fornicate on occasion. Food spills an' th' like as well...th' cookies are a lost cause I'm afraid bein' on th' ground like so."
And here was this Miqo'te crawling on the ground with a line of cookies before her. She cleared her throat, her long blue hair and sharp burgandy eyes contrasting the yellow of her top.
"Ahem! An' may I ask what yer doin' here, ma'am? Ye know this is a tavern? A place o'Â booze an' people tryin' t' fornicate on occasion. Food spills an' th' like as well...th' cookies are a lost cause I'm afraid bein' on th' ground like so."
