That pair of packaged wine bottles, so carefully carried, were destined for an unfortunate end. While the three Miqo'te were distracted, a massive blue-green form had crept quietly up behind them. It's head was topped by a tangle of blue curls, it's eyes were shielded by a bronze visor, and it's bare feet made surprisingly little noise as they felt their way through the din of the bar.
      Asah had barely finished speaking, when the towering Roegadyn woman eased herself into the corner seat. Her left hand passed above the bar as she turned, sweeping the head of her ornately carved cane in a wide arc. In an instant Asah's precious bag was snagged by the handle and whisked into the open air. The bottles of ale spun downwards, while Klynzahr settled obliviously onto her stool.
      Asah had barely finished speaking, when the towering Roegadyn woman eased herself into the corner seat. Her left hand passed above the bar as she turned, sweeping the head of her ornately carved cane in a wide arc. In an instant Asah's precious bag was snagged by the handle and whisked into the open air. The bottles of ale spun downwards, while Klynzahr settled obliviously onto her stool.
