Sarah Kerrigan recognized that shouldn't be in here. Not only would there be people but alcohol and her was a bad idea. Losing control- that always ended in disaster. But then she had been in control as the Queen of Blades, she just hadn't been herself.

Still, the idea of numbing her thoughts and feelings was tempting. And that was what eventually drew her to the Drunken Dragon. She hadn't intended to talk to anyone. Get in, hopefully come to her senses, and get out. But someone caught her attention immediately. Her telepathy had been dampened significantly but still there was something about him, something that reminded her of someone she used to know.

Kerrigan nodded at Mal as she took a seat beside him.