Elle just shook her head at the words of the Troll, she had never been taken seriously as a combatant and she was used to this kind of treatment in those regards.  The belief that all spellweavers wore robes was a mistake she noted that many made when it was far too late in the game.  She just slowly looked over him and listened to his words, turning her head as Bliss began to speak.  They both seemed to have similar impressions, that she was one of the prostitutes that slathered all about Booty Bay.<br/><br/>A small sigh escaped her as she nodded at the portion of the words where Bliss made the statement of her to have a seat.  Bliss took the seat slowly, almost timidly for a moment, she was weary around melee artists, her bane if they ever got close enough.  But she felt that they wouldn’t strike first if it came to that.  Elle slowly looked back over Mou-Chang, then the Troll then again to Bliss as her stomach growled for a moment.  She watched Bliss reflect on her thoughts of an orc I the past and smiled knowingly at the glass haze that overtook her eyes but for a moment.<br/><br/>Taking the opportunity with the pause in speech, Elle heard her own stomach growl again and blushed heartily, waving her hand quickly over the empty part of the table that had not been doused in the Keggards’ of Ale that Mou-Chang had slammed onto the table.  As her hand passed a small plattering of cupcakes, appearing fluff and with pink icing eroded themselves to the table, appearing of the air.  The cakes looked ackward and out of place to any who looked close enough, almost as if there were distortions around the small pastries.<br/><br/>Elle slowly took one of the cakes herself and began to nibble at it lithely while looking to the others having the discussion as she bowed her head a small bit.<br/><br/>“I apologize about my rudeness, I…haven’t eaten yet today, as a result, if the noises that my famishness have made offend you, then I am truly in your debt.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>