She couldn't help but keep a wary eye on the troll, more intrigued by how odd he was than the mere fact that he was a race that her people normally tended to sneer at or kill on sight if they were in their territory. It was clear to her though, that he was more factioned with the Kirin Tor than the Horde, considering he was paying the barkeep with money only accepted in Dalaran, or among those who put the city first in their loyalties. Her shining eyes flitted across the male's entire getup, now that he was in better view, before twitching one of her ears at his question. Clearly he was fishing for conversation because he was perhaps a bit more intimidated, she could read it all over his face, even the forced grin. Cabriolle chuckled low in response, amused that the poor dear was staying in such a place that made him uncomfortable, finally able to reply the question he'd asked, "Clearly you don't--"<br/><br/>Her expression changed to one of mild surprise as she watched the bartender toss the mage his ordered food, acting surely while he served the troll. She couldn't help but chew on her cheek when his spoon was tossed and fumbled, watching the mage as he apologized and ducked under the bar. She looked over at the barkeep, who had some kind of smug expression on his face and before he could turn, Cabriolle slid a foot into one of the rungs of her stool, stretched over the bar to grab the man's ear with one hand before slapping the back of his head with the other, "The mage is a paying one. At least be courteous to your incoming money." A low growl came from the elf's throat as she sat back into her stool. Sitting straight, she folded her arms over her chest and moved her legs and knees, in case the troll was still under the bar, not wanting to kick the poor creature. She reached for her mug to finish off her mead and glared at the barkeep, "I'll have water now, since I can't be sure you'll spit in anything else."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>