The night elf that sat near her brought up a bit of a feeling of irritation. Erma knew her, and the history between them hadn't been remarkably pleasant, but at least they didn't hate one another. Erma remembered quite clearly, and not-so-fondly, getting the dirt in her mouth from having her head falling on that dusty path. "<span style="color: Blue">Ms. Moonhaze,</span>" Erma replied with a nod while she took another sip of the wine. She neither wanted to nor could get drunk, but there was something about how only the most strongly-flavored things could be truly 'tasted' that made her occasionally turn to alcohol. Her lips had started to stain pink from the red wine.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Blue">Believe me when I tell you your daughter is fine. She has actually taken lead in my squad for the time being.</span><br/><br/>"<span style="color: Blue">I am here because I found an advertisement for a chance to make a lot of money, and my group needs to restock on mana potions and whatever else we may need in medical supplies,</span>" she explained. "<span style="color: Blue">Though, by the looks of things, my 'employer' is not present. I have not seen him, but the name tells me this one is a gnome. The only ones I have seen are either too busy being drunk to even think about holding a meeting or are employees here.</span>"<br/><br/>She gave another quick scan about the room. There was one gnome who looked to be waiting for something, sitting in a corner and rolling, tapping his fingertips in a constant wave like some kind of segmented serpent on the table. Judging by his look of impatience, Erma judged it to be Fillet. She would go and see him when her wine was finished. Erma moved one seat closer to Tygrane, so as to be near enough for them to have a decent conversation without raising their voices. "<span style="color: Blue">Just because we are death knights does not make us invincible, though the rumors are quite entertaining to uphold. It has always been one of the few ways to keep ourselves from being too melancholic, I think,</span>" she said, making small talk before taking another sip. it was longer than the last few she'd taken, but she was not guzzling it down with gusto. If she was to draw even a little extra attention than her presence alone already did, she would not even be able to drink in peace, and so she kept everything that she did nice, inconspicuously and politely.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>