"All things in life... Are best earned..." His voice droned out, in an almost rude, matter of fact tone, before he tilted his head, his words suddenly sound curious, or at least interested, "Or taken..." And with that, he turned to face the barkeep, setting down, then pointing to his own drink. Understanding the lingo, the goblin made quick work of fixing up a fine crystal glass, and pouring more of hte crimson beverage into it from a glitter speckled bottle of light blue, a large moon emblazed across the front. Then, without warning or prompt, it was passed over to the elf. "Enjoy." The greenskin smirked before going back to cleaning glasses and mugs. The undead was now facing away from her, picking up on some light conversation with the barkeep, in hushed, but casual tones. Well, the goblin used casual tones, but it was begining to be more and more clear the forsaken man could not in fact speak in any other tone of voice...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>