Laughing huskily, Risa shook her head. "And whatever did you do to be turned into an owl?" She sounded genuinely amused as she leaned on the bar, her head tilted sideways. She had many issues with humans, being of the Alliance, but held the greatest of respect for all Dalarans. Shaking her head, she seated herself, scooting her stool well beyond the personal space of the poor boy. Wiggling her bottom at the Worgen woman in response to her snort, she leaned forward.<br/><br/>"It is very admirable of you to mentor the lad." Risa said with a smile that barely showed any teeth. Then, murmuring, "Pardon," she turned back to the bar, lifting a finger for a new drink. The Goblin bar tender handed her a mug before turning away.<br/><br/>After taking a sip, the Blood Elf licked the foam from her lips. "Amos. It is my honor." she simpered, giving him her hand. Even though she was a warrior by nature, Blood Elves were strictly polite... when in public. "I am Risa'Shan Sunstriker. You may call me Risa." Her eyes glittered with amusement as she eyed the lad. "Are you well? You seem to be choking." Her face was carefully smoothed as she resisted the urge to thump him on the back. The Light knew she didn't want to break the poor thing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>