((He's not stealthed... Simply standing in the open, covered by his cloaks... Will post properly shortly ))<br/><br/>One brow arched, as he silently followed the two ladies, head slightly tilted to one side as his expression never got worse then a lame glare, and never lighter then an annoyed brooding look. Then again, the scarf still masked his face, and hood hid his hair, if any. The head in his hands, however, constantly smacked it's lips much as a fish would, the one good eye swiveling to every which way in a vane effort to see everything it could from this strange new vantage point. In the back if his mind, as the rogue glanced down at it, he wondered how well the spongey head would bounce... Then the thought was just as readily lost as he looked up again at the duo ahead of him...<br/><br/>Walking behind a pair of ladies had it's advantages. Not that he could actively feel such things, but it never stopped one's mind from wondering. No wonder the Death Knight wanted new armor, her current attire was in shambles! Had they been enemies, it would have had all too much ease in getting past it. Though, her being a Knight at all was testamony enough to her battle prowess, or so he safely assumed... The priestess, however, was a piece of artwork, in her own right. Sewn together, like a pretty little ragdoll, it seemed. Judging by how firmly she covered her neck, it was safe to assume her mortal wound was there... Lucky her...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>