((Wooo, paint it black? ))<br/>Propping her chin in her palm, Risa stared at the duo, her eerie green eyes casing over Amos with a bemused expression. "I am a warrior. I work for whomever pays me right. Do not call me a mercenary though. I have my limits..." she trailed off, eyes growing misty as she remembered her schnookums- the baby raptor she had found and raised in Stranglethorn. She had been payed to kill them all- but could not bring herself to slit the throat of the tiny, innocent creature before her...<br/><br/>Shaking her head, she rekindled her smile. "I am payed to throw myself into harms way. I take groups through areas of danger, and pay dearly for every copper." She tugged the hem of her tabard down, revealing a winding, silver scar tracing down from her collarbone. It disappeared under her armor. Then she pulled up her shirt sleeves, revealing the latticework of scars, both old and new. One across her left wrist wasn't even a scar, but a fresh wound. It was shaped like teeth.<i>Huge</i>teeth. Shaking her head again, she carefully tugged her sleeves back down.<br/><br/>Then she froze. The song was haunting- she had heard it before. And she felt it right into the place where she joked her heart used to be. Her eyes sought the singers- and was surprised to see it was the Forsaken from earlier. She could feel his pain, almost. But the look she gave him wasn't pity, but rather, pride. She was proud of the Horde, and the Forsaken who pushed forward with them. Even<i>if</i>they scared her to death. (Almost literally.)<br/><br/>When the song finished, she shook her head slightly, eyes roving around again. They met the Tauren's with interest. One feathery eyebrow quirked up. She had been... interested... in Tauren for quite some time. They had such amazingly soft fur.<br/><br/>Then she finally turned back to her two companions. "Would you be more comfortable on my arm, Master Nobles?" she asked politely, offering her right arm for him to perch on. "I am quite used to holding companions such as yourself this way. I spent many a morn' with falconry." She smiled again at Amos. "You stare, dear."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>