Clarrissa 'Bliss' Pygott chuckled inwardly as she heard the elf's stomach growl out of hunger, making the owner blush almost endearingly towards the others at the table. It was then that the simple sleek and lewd appearance of the woman might have been a very interesting and well-played ruse to fool others about her abilities. Bliss knew all too well what mages were able to do, and creating cupcakes out of thin air, however their reality might be doubted with the shrouded distortions, was an ability only sorcerous mages could do. It was of that moment that the paladin would keep a closer eye to Elle, it was always better to keep your friends close and possible enemies closer. One who could fool an entire town of her professions and abilities by just the way she dresses was definitely someone to look out for.<br/><br/>''Not a problem, we all have our physical needs to tend to once in a while, nevertheless I should be weary if I were you. To declare a debt to others you do not know over the famished sounds of your stomach being a burden to them. You never know if there would be a person to take you upon your word, a well-educated<i>person </i>like you should know the powers of a spoken word in this world...''<br/><br/>Clarissa intentionally avoided the word mage, not wanting to put fingers upon the woman's profession, nor give information away to others. However the accompany of two hordes by her sides, and the unknown alliance of the pandaran made her visibly more nervous in the tavern. She was adamant to continue the light-heartedness of the conversation until further instructions were made clear, and so it seemed she was already in the company of several players bidding towards the contract.<br/><br/>'' My name is Clarissa Pygott. Most call me Bliss though, whatever you prefer to use is up to you. I wonder though if the look of those cupcakes improves with your own skill of cooking.. Always wondered that you know, about people who could make them. Never had the opportunity to ask one though, shame.<i>Yes, yes indeed a shame.</i>''<br/><br/>Her last words seemed more of an answer to her own thoughts then directed to anyone on the table before she looked back up again and looked the elf in her eyes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>