The grim creature's attention was pulled away as she heard the heavy footsteps of the Tauren walking in, looking up from her empty glass to see its source and raising a furred brow at what she saw. He did look a might intimidating and for a short moment she thought she was going to be the only member of the Alliance here in the tavern that night. How wonderful to be so surrounded by the enemy, when all she wanted was to be alone with her studies and notes. Her ears dropped in mild irritation before letting them perk again when she caught an unusual voice from behind him. The scene before her was unusual yet thoroughly amusing to see the Tauren being so polite and make way for the scrawny human. She knew he had to be human and not one of her kind as she remembered the stories of how King Genn bore no love for the Kirin Tor, thus effecting plenty of the population's views on them. She didn't think anything wrong with Dalaran or it's magical inhabitants, but this boy really did stick out like a sore thumb, here in the tavern.<br/><br/>It certainly didn't help that his pet was speaking for him when they were seated at the bar, or his submissive attitude in general, so she couldn't help herself but to watch the human and the owl, occasionally glancing warily at the Tauren who was enjoying -<i>sniff sniff </i>- tea. Her teeth clicked while she smacked her gums with her tongue and looked down at her glass, waiting until the Goblin was making his rounds around the bar to wave his attention to her. She noticed his hesitant look when he got closer to the Worgen and she attempted to give him a reassuring smile, but her fangs poking out from her gums only served to make him swallow swallow before mustering up that bravado his kind were known for. " 'Nother Scotch for ye?"<br/><br/>"No, I'll go back to my bourbon now, thank you." Her voice seemed to have a permanent growl that overlapped her naturally husky voice. As the Goblin turned, she opened her maw wide to stretch her jaw and sat up, also popping her neck as she did so. She once again reached for that journal of hers and searched for her charcoal stick now that she deemed herself 'unbothered' by anyone else, opening the book to the page she was working on and reading over it. It seemed she was satisfied with the page and flipped it to a new one, immediately setting to work.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>