I Sennin gently rapped her knuckles on the polished wooden bar as she slid onto one of the stools. The Kaldorei rolled her stiff shoulders and hunched forward, resting her elbows on the cool surface while she reached behind her neck, fumbling with the first buckle of her scarred leather shoulder pads. Practiced fingers found each buckle in succession, and with a sigh of relief she dropped the armor to the floor. Absently, she rubbed the back of her neck, grunting at the tingle of pain from skin rubbed raw by the rough leather. “Help you?” She passed the human bartender a gentle smile. II III BANG!