Risa laughed softly, eyes slightly nervous. She didn't drop her gaze, though- she knew the greatest form of bravery was that of facing one's fears. For a moment, she was flashing back to Zul'Darak, the running, the fear, the undead breathing on her heals, desperate to turn her into one of their DeathKnights... Then she shook her head, seeming to snap out of her reverie. "Pardon me? Oh. Yes. I work for lodging and spare change whenever I come to town" she said shortly, resisting the urge to rub her arms- they were covered in goosebumps.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>