Emberspike removed his face-cover, exposing the bottom part of his face; compared to goblin standards, his face was sharp and angular with streaks of worrying mischief plastered all over it. A pair of harshly, deep red eyes zoomed across the bar under frowning eyebrows, helped along with a smile just waiting to explode into a toothy smirk.<br/>A closer inspection of this goblin revealed that – for his race – he was nothing short of beefy: It seemed a bit out of place, but one was left with an impression that he could work as a bouncer of diminutive size.  He carried this inherit body type with a casual pride as if he found no reason to excuse his physical appearance.<br/><br/>He could just –smell- the debauchery in the air tonight. This was nothing unusual as he had the curious ability to detect the scent of perverse thoughts – a little added feature being an imp in the employ of the Baron.<br/>He inhaled harshly and let a rattling, satisfactory sound rumble in his throat, his expression hazing over just briefly. Then, opening piercing eyes, his smile went a notch upwards.<br/><br/>The goblinoid in disguise did a flip of his hand and produced a fat cigar from somewhere. Extracting a pair of custom made thorium fashioned cigar scissors, he cut the end counter clockwise in a slow motion. After a beat, his attention was flung towards Cogwhizzle. The snugly, daring attire she sported pleased his eyes and the way she carried it pleased his imagination.<br/>While eating her with his eyes so comprehensively, Emberspike manifested a golden tinderbox and began lighting his poison stick, turning the cigars end slowly in the flames. It was as if lighting the cigar was a little ritual.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“And whats ‘bout her, gal?”</span>he asked in a musing fashion towards the “blood elf” colleague of his.<br/><br/>Neither bothered to hide their curiosity as Bahiyya turned on her spot to eye the girl:<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Ohh-hoooh.. Oh, she’s a nifty package.”</span>The blood elf commented in a smirk towards her compadré.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“I’d say she’s in here for fun, but will put it up as a little challenge.”</span>She continued as if trying to read her.<br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><br/>
“In other words, shes might be worth time an’ effort? I ain’t keen pissin’ off the boss with wasted time here.”</span>Emberspike continued, knowing full and well how the Baron disliked wasted effort.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Well, you’ve never really liked “easy”, did you?”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Settled then. I spent more than three seconds eying her up anyways.”</span>The goblin cooed in response, taking a sip from his lager, turning on the stool to get down.<br/><span style="color: Sienna"><br/>
“Ouuups, I think you spent a wee second too much there, darling.”</span>Bahiyya said with a tinge of poisonous triumph as Ranik, a soot covered goblin, made his way over, offering name and conversation to boot.<br/><br/>Emberspike peered along her line of sight and noticed the other goblin. This simply made the man shrug first and give the blood elf a cocked eyebrow of surprise second:<br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><br/>
“And since when has that been seen as anythins bad? Good contacts comes in all shapes, eh?”</span>he inquired.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“And what a package..”</span>Bahiyya purred fiendishly, taking a good look not so much along his body but concentrated around his face.<br/><br/>Emberspike mused to wait juuust a bit before moving out. He truly fancied screwing around with these planars; sometimes, he’d barely get away from a meeting with his life intact due to a misplaced comment or a wry comment at a wrong time. But to him, it was all the thrill of experimenting with people. Such was his nature.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>The Baron disregarded the idle chit-chat of his underlings, paying the expenses for the orders. Throughout the night, he wouldn’t as much as value the white ale a glance – it was simply a vague excuse for his presence.<br/><br/>He was simply interested in seeing his servant pursue their objectives. And he too should proceed with his own.<br/>The smoking habits of Emberspike irritated him – he himself found a sombre solace in enjoying his pipe, but the mere knowledge of Emberspike copying his habit in a pathetic attempt to “connect” with his master drew an ounce of enjoyment out of it.<br/>Nevertheless, he felt an urge and slowly found his pipe within his inner pocket. Stuffing it slowly, his attention fixed on the taureness. A scrutinizing glance was given towards her, but should she return the glance, she would feel that his glance was much more curious than unsettling, even despite his rather vicious appearance - unless, of course, she wore trinkets or enchantments that passively worked against the machinations of a warlocks’ fel-magic at work.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>