Elle blushed at the words from the Paladin.  Bliss had spoken of a ruse that Elle had been playing for several years since the end of the wars, she had nothing else to do with her time, and truly she was the only one who would have ever made the claim that she needed the money.  It was at this point that she followed Bliss’ eyes and looked towards the troll, it being the first time she had seen the form of his loincloth and the obvious intruder that braced it’s form.  She blushed harder at this point looking to the side, directly into the wooden boards that made the floor of the tavern.  She had found odd companionship in her mind.<br/><br/>A giant bear creature who’s entire race were purported to be skilled enough with their bare hands to murder anyone at the table if they could get their hands on them.  The Paladin whose armor whirred and clicked as if it were a living machine, something that Elle had only seen in handiwork from Gnomes and Goblins in the past, apparently the trade was expanding and humans had become even more dangerous than those other two in recent years.  A Troll that apparently lusted for a woman’s touch, yet seemed to hate women with every word he spat.  She grimaced at the thought, yet couldn’t say she wasn’t interested, he was ready for a woman’s touch and it had been awhile since she had entertained in that manner, yet his words stood back in her mind and destroyed his options for this evening at the least.  She slowly looked back to Bliss acknowledging the statement.<br/><br/>“I don’t mind either men or women, it doesn’t matter either way you are absolutely correct Lady Bliss.  You don’t have to attach such a title to me however, my house fell many years ago when the scourge rampaged through Silvermoon City.  Ah, it is a tough life in some aspects, and were I not capable, I wouldn’t take the risk with how men seem to have no ability to control themselves in many cases.  I do tend to keep emergencies ready and on hand in case things come to a boiling point to quickly for incantations…..but that is besides the point.”<br/><br/>The mage waved her hand over a portion of the table as a small pitcher and glass of water formulate before her.  She smiled lightly looking over the group as she slowly sipped at the water, knowing full well her inability to handle any form of alcohol, call it a weakness not only of her weight but of one of the few gifts she hadn’t been blessed with, an ability to hold alcohol in any manner.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>