********* Mora ************<br/><br/><i>"Et is not gonna be 'er fate.. Ya are not gonna be tryin' to tame 'er... She es mine!"</i>Mora looked up to the hunter as he had picked the elf up and so tenderly cared for her condition. She couldn't believe how the rough and strong build man could be so gentle and kind with her lover. She had always hated men, especially the men of her own kind, but he seemed so different.. So loving towards her and the elf, even when she bit him hard in his wrist, and she could still see the bitemarks that softly bled trough the leatherfabric, he didn't do anything but just grin at her vile behaviour. Somewhere she already felt bad for treating him this way.. But then she remembered her bonds and shook her wrists against her ankles again before shouting at him.<br/><br/><i>"Don't you touch her!!"</i><br/><br/>"Tella'a.. Tella'a..  Tha mon wants ta tame us.. he wants us as his pets, his animals to 'unt and kill for him. He is a mean and horribal person, ya haf ta fight against him! Ya have ta fight, my love.. " She tried to slide her pained and bruised knees over the rocky ground to get closer to the nightelf. Trying to bend over to her face and whisper her words of love in her ear.<br/><br/>"Et all gonna be ok.. sweety.. I promise.. I will kill him as soon as a I can.. I promise, Nobady gonna touch ya, cause I love ya... Ya know that right?"<br/><br/><br/><br/>************** Lydia *************<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">"Jack... Dusn't really sound like a name for a quel'dorei, and ya really sure don behave like one either.. <i>doll</i>" </span><br/><br/>She leaned abit more over after she had put away the money, a ringing sound was there to be heard as it supposedly fell into a cashout underneath the counter. Her body was now bent over, her bum raised in the air, just to be seen above her head and her head resting on her hands, which were leaning on her elbows on the counter. She softly swayed on the sound of the music, a melody that was quite common from the old times of Gilneas, the good times as many might have said. Her brightly yellow painted nails contrasted heaily with the deepred colour of her lips, the only make-up she seemed to wear amongst al the other barmaids that were as scantily clad as a harlot on display in Booty Bay.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">"Lidia Amanda Sexton, owner of thas pub and tha Inn that's upstairs, love. I'm one o' the last Gilneas pubs around 'ere, and dun ya dare to cause trouble in my place... "</span>She smiled, and her face lid up brightly as her eyes twinkled of mischievous thoughts, she seemed to be enjoying herself rather well before her face turned grim upon the sight of a trio of goblins entering her bar. As she straightened her back, she held her hand close to her weapon, following the small but rough and dangerous looking creatures with her green eyes that almost seemed to burn of hatred.<br/><br/>The goblins seemed to grin of pure delight as they had seen the impact of their arrival in the behaviour of the owner. They weren't here for a drink, and every drunk in the pub knew that, as they hurried to get up and fled the bar like chickens on the run for a wolf. Only the ignorant and the asleep ones remained, leaving the three goblins, an old fisherman that had been snoring in the corner of the bar, and a couple of wannabe cowboys at the other end. Too young to even travel, but nonetheless thrilled and oblivious of the sudden change of mood in the establishment of the rough gilneas female.<br/><br/>And off course Jack, sitting in front of Lydia that looked anything then pleased when the biggest and meanest looking Goblin spoke in his rugged and rough voice to her.<br/><span style="color: DarkGreen"><br/>
"There we meet again, Sexton.. And still ya haven't listened to our biddings.. How many times do we have to tell you, sweet.. sweet.... <i>pumpkinpie</i>... Bars aren't there to be run by pretty little things like you, you should be looking for a rough cowboy to take care of ya. Buy ya some jewellery as you make children..."</span>He grinned his wicked yellow teeth at the woman, as he played with the safetypin of his gun.<span style="color: DarkGreen">"Or do you DISAGREE?"</span>He screamed his last word at the woman as he banged his fist on the bar, not even recognising the existence of Jack who was sitting besides him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>