Fillet just realized what he had forgot. He had asked the Death Knight to meet with him! Looking up from his pillowy fortress he see's the woman standing there like a doll, or a statue more like. After a bit of struggle to get pass the overly fluffy covering he jumps down and pulls out a chair before taking the spot on the table in the middle.<br/><span style="color: green">" Ah yes, here. Have a seat, Erma. There's something I wished to talk to you about in person. Something only warriors like you and I would understand. "</span>He gestured his hand over to the chair on the opposite end of the table. With the lit candle flickering gentle, Fillet started to note that this whole thing seemed a tad awkward.<br/>However, carrying the role to hold responsibility of his crew, it was only for the teams interest he would have this moment with Erma. What they were to discuss could very well secure the safety of the team as a whole. Wait, was that scent candles lit on the  drawer!? Now who put those there! And why didn't Fillet notice them in to begin with!? Luckily Erma seemed to be as emotional touched to situations like a cold stone in Winterspring.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>