A low purr of satisfaction escaped the rogue as she took a swig of her drink. She seemed to be thinking only of the elements of her own world. Her stool, her drink, her space. To disturb such a world, likely wouldn't be good for whomever felt they could intrude on her. Such was the case, unfortunately, when a fellow Kal'dorei woman approached the bar and sat next to her, Cabriolle exhaled a low grunt before glancing at the woman. Although she was mid-gulp with her drink, she continued a show of general politeness and waved the last two fingers of her hand gripping the mug. When the drink was back on the counter of the bar, she followed through her wave with a nod and a reply with a somewhat husky voice, "Evening." Her own body language seemed to show that she wasn't much affected by the smile or the woman's leg crossing, instead she leaned forward to place her elbows onto the bar, tucking her chin into a hand as she stared at the shelf of booze behind the bartender, "I take it the ring was lacking in interesting fighters again?"<br/><br/>She wasn't about to be rude, even if she didn't seem at all that happy about having company. Cabriolle gave the woman another look, her silver eyes examining her more out of her professional training than anything else. Unconsciously, her free hand moved to rub the back of her neck, now exposed to the elements, as she looked at Kai'shia's own white hair. Perhaps she was feeling a bit jealous of the long, lustrous hair of the woman of her kin, but before she could continue her conversation, she noticed movement behind the two elves.<br/><br/>One of her long eyebrows rose as she turned her head to look at the troll who'd approached. For a moment, she had indeed, almost thought he was a female of his kind, but upon closer inspection she could tell the differences now and decided in her mind that the mage was a male. An ear twitched when she heard him choke out his question about taking a seat near the women, and immediately her mind went to how her privacy was continually being intruded upon. Of course, since her privacy was already interrupted, her only move was to wave her left hand to the only open seat next to her, "Not really a place where people are offended easily. Feel free..." Her attention moved from the two beings near her to her mug once again, lifting it to take another large gulp of her honey mead. A deep sigh escaped her as she lowered the mug, but not before stopping an alcohol-induced belch from happening in front of these two. She glanced around her carefully before pushing away her shortened bangs from her face. Damn these things for doing what they wanted.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>