A low smell of sweat, enthusiasm and exhaustedness. It was clear that whoever had just entered the bar had been working hard, and likely had a lot of money to blow on a night out - therefore the enthusiasm. It was nature that caused the stranger to pick the troll as the target. It was nature that made the troll scream of easy money. Loud, outwards and anything but nimble. The perfect target for someone of her own skill. Downing the second drink in a much simmilar fashion to the first, the stranger got to her feet. The way the stranger was moving through the room was almost cat-like. The difference in the way she moved when she entered, and the way she moved now was almost worlds apart.
Keeping the course, the stranger - Thorn - would move right past Shujaa.