*** Lydia ***<br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><br/>
"Tha sounds a bit harsh ta say.. I've seen bigger men then ya gettin' tha curse that live perfectly normal lives now.. Bein' send off to holy mission and all that..  Though in ma point o' view, tha only good worgen, is the one with an collar around it.."</span><br/><br/>She winked back at him as she returned to the bar, moving quite agile for a woman that just had been attacked, dragged over a bar, and having a cut all over chest.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">"So.. I'm worth more ya time, eventhough ya just haf witnessed I'm probably more trouble then you are... please enlighten me, doll, why is that?"</span><br/><br/>She grinned with a wicked smile as she took her bottle of rum out of the bar, and poured them both some more in. Her rosery cheeks already getting more reddened by the minute as she finished her third pint of coconutrum.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>