Melissa looked up instinctively at the word 'dwarven' or was it the word 'stout', who knows? Her eyes fell on the dark skinned human and she gave her an examining look up and down, whistling lightly at the what could only be described as her gothic attire. 'Well now lass I'll comment ye on yer choice o'drink and on yer bravery for such an outfit!' She raised her tankard in appraisal and took a long sip.<br/>'S'name's Melissa but most folks call me Lisa, don' suppose ye fancy abit o'company eh? what's yer name?' Using one hand and the bar she shuffled her own barstool closer to the human's, trying to limit the noise the legs made scraping on the floor.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>