An elf walks into Janene's. She is only of about average height (so perhaps a little short for an elf) and a slight, willowy thing. She wears a revealing dress, which puts much of her slender and delicate body on display. While it may look lascivious to some, by the way she carries herself it is clear she is not of a lower class or profession. And in fact, with her being an elf.. she was almost certainly a mage.

Then again, with this being Kalimdor, not far from the Barrens, and being surrounded by swamp and then ocean, perhaps more scant attire was appropriate anyway? Isaera did not care, regardless. She was at least comfortable, and that was a blessing in itself, given her limited clothing options. Rent was coming due.

Despite being refugees, and even helping to repel a demonic invasion, damnable things like taxes still existed. And things like food and shelter were not free. No, they were more expensive than ever. Life was good once again, but you had to work hard for it. And right now, it seemed there was a shortage of work...

Isaera sighed. Her mother was too proud to do menial work. Admittedly, the pay was garbage anyway, so she didn't blame her. Her younger brother was an embarrassment. And her cousins, well.. apparently they got some lucrative job and struck it rich. Though she hadn't heard from them in a while.

But still, rent was coming due. She needed to find something to do. The delicate elf carefully walks about the inn, looking around, though it becomes evident that she has no intention of buying anything. She sits down at a small table with a number of game pieces on a patterned board. She sighs again, looking down at the board, contemplating life, and hoping she could figure out what to do.

Who knows? Maybe a golden opportunity would fall right into her lap. Though she doubted it.