Slowly, the rogue turned his head, the bones in his neck grinding with the gesture, until he brought the goblin into his field of vision, by only one glowing eyes... And when he spoke, it was barely above a whisper, intended only for the greenskin, but likely audidable to any nearby, the calm, indifferent tone of voice making it seem like he was disinterested in the subject. Which only served to make it that much more intimidating. "I think, you should be more curtious to, the customers, you have now... And less so, about hte customers, you may get... As you may not, be alive, to host them..." His ghostlight gold gaze piercing into that of the goblin, causing him to flinch back. "As I said... Blood wine, a type, of her choosing..." Slowly, bone achingly turning his head to resume perusing the room...<br/><br/><i>"We... Are not so different... You and I..." </i>He shadow jumped the words into her ear, eyes scanning the room as he said no more of an explenation.<i>"She may... Hunger for carnal flesh... However... One can not be... Certain... For the wellbeing... Of her prey..." </i>Then turning his sight onto Maoria, and while it was identical to that of the one given the goblin, it also, somehow lacked the same effect...<i>"Is it not... A priestess' duty... To shelter her flock... Even as they try... To run astray of her..?"</i><br/><br/>((Btw, by type, i mean which sentiant species the wine was made from.))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>