Her lips curving into a smile, Risa nodded at the owl. "It is my pleasure, Master Nobles." her slight accent curved the name into Nobeles. No-bell-es. But she didn't notice, being far to pleased to switch back to Orcish, a more familiar language to her. "The poor thing has quite a bit to live up to." she murmured, patting Amos' cheek. Her eyes were crinkled with amusement. One could see that she was a joyful person by that.<br/><br/>The smile froze though when she heard a soft clopping. "Warlocks..." she muttered, eying the succubus with narrowed eyes over her shoulder. "Warlocks are the worst of them... Demon's are not fit to be tied." she said half to herself, before shaking her head and smiling brightly at the odd pair. "Pardon."<br/><br/>"I work here on occasion." she murmured, leaning towards the pair conspiratorially, eyebrow raising slightly. "And I'm not as respectable as I might seem. No one with blood on their hands is." Risa's voice dropped low, her ears and feathery eyebrows drooping as well. "I just finished a job. Now it is time to find a new one."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>