Bahiyya leaned against the counter in her usual mannerism, her buttocks strutting expertly. Her flaming fel-green eyes caught sight of the troll training hard in the art of not being noticed. This, of course, only worked as a hugely effective lure for the succubus in disguise, cracking a smirk for herself.<br/><span style="color: Sienna"><br/>
“Then, there’s of course the petite little thing there, all shuddering in her robes.”</span>She cooed lowly to her goblin compatriot, nodding secretively towards the – assumingly by now distracted – trolless.<br/><br/>Emberspike turned halfways on his chair to glance at the timid troll at the edge of his eye, his smile cracking open in a slight grin, pointy goblinoid teeth exposed briefly.<br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><br/>
“Corr, she’s gots herself into a mess, it’s a dead giveaway. Lookit’ how she’s all jitterish.”</span><br/><br/>The two seemed – for a moment – to drift away in some afterthoughts, before glancing at eachother.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Ohhno..”</span>the goblin initiated:<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Don’t you come here thinkings what I’m thinkings.”</span>He sneered with squinting eyes.<br/><br/>Bahiyya pouted and commented:<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“You do know I saw her first.”</span><br/><br/>The goblin in disguise pondered the notion for a moment, before snapping his fingers, stating in a hushed voice:<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Well, we could just –share-..”</span><br/><br/>The two lingered in a seconds silence before both simultaneously glanced back towards the white-robed troll who by now already had some company.<br/>This hardly deterred them as they both got up and moseyed towards the table; when reaching a vicinity that made it evident they were there with intention, the both curtsied as if trained in a royal court, Emberspike taking verbal lead:<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Corr, a good eves and good tidings to your most charitable persons. Yous a minding we join in?”</span><br/><br/>Bahiyya immediately followed up on her goblin man-at-arms, speaking in a somewhat low, rich voice:<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Our lingering at the bar became a boring spell, and it’s been some time since we’ve had a talk with other Hordes?”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Ah-exactly, s’been a chore’s going all mercenary and hardly comin’ round other likeminded these days.”</span>The goblin mused.<br/><br/>Emberspike, evidently a man knowing manners and knowingly ignoring them, was practically already sliding a stool towards the table, cigar poking cocksurely upwards in an angle: He distributed a smile evenly at the blood elf and the troll…<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>