Ana looked at the wolfish grin with a certain horror visibly shown on her face. It was at that point that Ophedia nudges her gently in the back to remind her softly of the rules of the tavern. No fighting, and always accept anyone, how rude they might seem to her. She was about to answer the rude qeustion of the worgen, until yet again he turned his attention to the elf once more. He wanted a drinking competition, something that surely would not end well with a wolf and two sheep around the table.<br/><br/>She was lost for words, looking at the gold coins laying there on the table when the gentle melodic voice of the elf was very clear. Ana could not help but chuckle at the answer, she was saying all the right things, everything that had been surging through her mind the moment the man had taken a seat on her table.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">'' Well sir, my name is Ana, in answer of your earlier qeustion. And even if I might have said that some<i> customer</i>s come her for the pleasure of a drink and perhaps the company, it does not mean I do. And if I do, I would have to tell you it would be very rarely, and certainly not with a person that has not got the right manners or ways to approach a woman. I'm here to visit an old friend, and do business really, besides it's a very safe place to sleep at night around these parts for every person on Azeroth.''</span><br/><br/>She laughed with twinkling eyes until the tail of Ophedia slapped her quite hard against her thigh when she turned round to get another drink for the elven woman. It told the priest enough that she was not behaving the way her friend would have liked her to do. Instead Ana readjusted herself on her seat and looked at both strangers sitting at her table.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">''Bliss.. That is a wonderful name miss, and I think you are right with the false intentions of this man. Though I do beg the qeustion why you just ordered more to drink, not I mind however. I'd recommend the ale Walter makes himself, it's really sweet and based on a recipe from the former owner of this tavern. Might I ask what you are doing in a place like this, being dressed at what appears to me a noble woman of your kind?''<br/>
</span><br/>Before Bliss could answer her qeustion she turned to the worgen and looked at him with a wondering smile on her lips.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">''And as for you, what is your name, now you know ours. And what is your business in this place other then trying to outdrink two ladies for reasons yet unknown.?''</span><br/><br/>It was not long until Ophedia returned with 4 glasses of Rum pressed tightly in between her hands and breasts. Little droplets of the golden coconut liquor were gliding down her bare red skin, as she had spilled a tiny bit over her bosom. The short skirt she was wearing was a little shifted when she returned, and to Ana's surprise, Walter was hanging over the bar with a grin that could equal the wolfish smile on the worgen. The warlock was slowly watching the little gathering in his tavern as he cleaned glasses, and assaulted his precious pet. At least that's what Ana thought of the sight of the succubus skirt being shifted so high that you could almost see her ruffled black laced panties underneath.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>