[Story] The girl wore red, Ch 3

Positioned where she was, Saphran had an excellent vantage point to watch as one of the Night Elves dragged the other towards the bar, undoubtably as a prisoner or captive. Trying hard not to look too interested, she easily overheard the conversation between the Night Elf and the barkeep.

"I need two rooms, and one must lock from the outside. I'm transporting a prisoner back to Darnassus, and it is imperative that she be kept safely".

Fascinating, thought Saphran. I wonder whats going on there?

As the Night Elf continued to talk with the barkeep, haggling over the price of a room, Saphran noticed a human male descend from upstairs. He was dressed finely and sauntered towards the bar, stopping to flirt with one of the more attractive serving wenches.

"1 silver for anyone here that can guess my tale- and I bet you all 1 silver I can guess yours.", he announced loudly.

Saphran sized him up one more time, trying to decide whether this man might know of anything relating to the artifact she was supposed to intercept.

Deciding that the dress was more than likely an affection, a costume, given the man's obnoxious boast, Saphran decided this man was more than likely just a common rogue. Not one to be involved in something as important as the artifact exchange given his obvious lack of subtlety.

"You grew sick of the beatings from your son-of-a-yeti father, the lamentations of your morally bankrupt mother, you left the rat infested hovel you called home, after which, having found no place to call your own, you meke out a poor existence stealing silver from merchant stalls! Finally, after a long day, you now assail us with your offensive body-odour!", she replied more than a little rudely.

"Now give me my silver.", she smirked, flashing the man a decidedly wicked grin, daring him to respond.