Risa froze, chills running up her spine. She knew damn well when someone was watching her...  Turning slightly, she smiled brightly at the gnomish band, the grin fading as she looked at what appeared to be a... forsaken. She kept her face blank, standing and wandering over to sit across from him. "I haven't seen<i>you</i>here before." she said softly, leaning her hand on the pommel of the small sword at her waist. "Can I buy you a drink?" Her eyes were calculating- she knew the forsaken were part of the Horde. But her trust of the undead was somewhat... small.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>