Lowering her brows, Risa stared at the Forsaken man's back. It was just dawning on her that maybe she had misunderstood him. She was forever forgetting the habits of other races to repeat parts of a conversation. It seemed to her to be rather off-putting. Which she supposed was his point. Anger simmered in her glowing eyes for a moment, then dimmed as she eyed the crystal glass. That same subtle hint of magic swirled in it's depths. Her urge was to down the damned thing in one go, but she was weary of any drink given to her, much less a drink that called to her deepest addiction. Without her realizing it, her hand had clenched around the glass- she only became aware of it when she heard a slight splintering, and a sting in her hand. Glancing down, she was mildly surprised to see a crack up the glass, and glass splinters lodged in her palm.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>