<span style="color: Sienna">”Mercenaries, he calls us.”</span>the blood elf chuckled in her rich and vibrant voice.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“We are!”</span>the goblin interjected with a smirk.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“We are rather servants of Lord Schwarzhand – I would –hardly- measure for anything in a hand-to-hand brawl.”</span><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><br/>
“What she’s sayin’ is.. she does the cleanin’, I do the brawlin’.”</span>Emberspike chuckled hoarsely, puffing on his cigar but having the downright dignity to blow the smoke –away- from the troll and blood elf man.<br/><span style="color: Sienna"><br/>
“Ember, be nice.”</span>The blood elf woman chastised in a surprisingly caring fashion - all of which naturally acted with smashing performance skills.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“I am Bahiyya, maid to his Lordship, Baron Diethelm Von Schwartzhand the second.”</span>She continued in her chiming, full voice. She pulled minimally in her long dress while curtsying again.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Names Emberspike, lordships’ personal bodyguard an’ information broker to boot.”</span>The goblin added, doing a mock salute with two fingers starting from his temple.<br/><br/>A closer inspection of Bahiyya was a dangerous undertaking for any person with a sexual drive: She was in a lack of better words unreasonably stunning, with near-perfectly proportioned assets to her face and body. Her skin was a deep, unblemished and unjustly smooth olive – almost mulatto in fact.<br/>This was offset by simply emerald green eyes that contained an inner sparkle worth comparing to diamonds of the highest karat.<br/><br/>Her vibrant, deep red hair was voluminous and snaky in its composition, tempting one to run fingers between the wool-soft strands. Her hair framed her face in an embellishing fashion and would curiously continue to do so even if she made a fast gesture of her head.<br/>Along her pointy ears, a row of golden studs was seen, their golden colors dancing in unison with her skin.<br/><br/>Her body was the stuff of dreams: dreams that so terribly easily could spill into nightmares, but always teetering on the edge. An ample bosom, an hourglass figure shaped with almost athletic precision and a petite round backside that beckoned for closer inspection.<br/><br/>All this sat down gently before the blood elf man and the troll in a gentile fashion, legs crossing lazily.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Ol’ Schwarzhand is our employer; Yeh’, that’s the spooky boogieman at the bar. A strict lords, I tells ya, but with a heart of pure gold.”</span>The goblin nodded firmly, nudging his cigar above an ashtray.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“He can be a bits of a distant fellow, but he’ll grows on you with time. Don’t let his “façade” scares you away.” </span>Emberspike continued, adding pressure on the word “façade” with his fingers.<br/><span style="color: Sienna"><br/>
“Pardon of me asking – I’ve a curious soul – but you seemed a bit out of your element, dearest?”</span>Bahiyya continued, canting her head slightly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>