As she suspected, she was approached, and much to her disdain as well when she noticed it was the human and her tainted pet. She ceased her braiding to at least pull up the faintest amount of Gilnean politeness, dropping her hands to her lap and meeting the woman's eyes with her own. The woman didn't pause much in her little monologue, hardly giving the worgen any time at all to interrupt her to stop her from her proposal. Already by the sound of things she required assistance with, Light some kind of reversal project? She knew well enough from one of her former comrades that fel magic didn't allow the reverse of anything that was conjured. Wasn't that why it was such a destructive art? Her gaze grew half-lidded with disinterest, but once again, to keep herself from bringing too much animosity to the room, she continued to be polite.<br/><br/>It was her turn to speak, and she did so with a timed tap of one of her claws, "The idea you have is an ambitious one. Though it is a well known reason why you've has such bad luck finding help from my kind is because we are bound by our duty to uphold our own ways, not because they are tradition, but because they do work." Her head tilted down so she was not looking at the woman with the bridge of her nose being in the way.<br/><br/>There was a wary glance at the demon who stood there, looking quite like a textbook oxymoron, clad in revealing clothes and built to the dreams of most men of any culture, yet she was being quite polite herself and acting as if she were a properly mannered young-lady who was there to not be the center of attention at all. She kept her amused thoughts to herself as she continued her thought, "Furthermore, I don't hold it in my personal policy to endanger my teachings with projects of such ambition. It holds no interest to me what 'science' and fel magic can do to cooperate with one another except to find means to an end. I am sorry to disappoint, but I must decline and I'll not hear anymore pleads or reasons why I should reconsider."<br/><br/>She reached for her glass and lifted it to drink, but paused when she looked at the glass, seeing small particles floating about and drawing only a mild reaction from her. She felt lucky she was at the bar, because she soon reached over to tap the second barkeep's head with the tip of her claw. The goblin jumped, but before he could whirl around and make some kind of scene, she shoved the glass in front of his eyes, almost placing it onto his broad nose, "My drink is dirty. If you would be so good as to take it and bring back a clean cup, and Kingsblood tea - No don't give me an apology, just bring me what I asked." She waved him off before he could begin again to try and apologize and offer her a fresh refill of the bourbon. He'd get the price of the drink docked from his own pay now that he had to bring it back. Woe was him.<br/><br/>She glanced again at the woman, whether she was still there or not, and frowned before ears perked to hear an unusually grim tune beginning to be played. While she watched the Forsaken fellow playing for a short moment, she mused if this tavern actually let people walk on to play music. But then again, when the place was particularly busy and all manner of drunkards were about, she was sure they couldn't stop the occasional song about sailors and maidens from someone who couldn't hold his liquor and perhaps sang a little too loudly or a bit off-key. The rogue though, was doing well, save for how eerie yet soothing it sounded to her.<br/><br/>The Goblin was quick to return and the woman smiled appreciatively when everything was placed before her. There was a small mutter from him about how the drink was on the house and she rumbled a somewhat soothing, "Thank you."<br/><br/>Pouring the cup, she gingerly wrapped dangerous digits around the hot drink and exhaled enough to cool the surface. She felt compelled to glance over at the only other tea drinker in the tavern, the Tauren, whom she noted was keeping an eye on at least half of the patrons. Her gaze narrowed with curiosity before returning her attention to her cup. Ah, Kingsblood was such a rich flavor.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>