Risa's finger resumed their preening. "I have indeed dabbled in falconry. One must keep ones self entertained when one is as old as I." Her fingers trailed down to Master Nobles chest with the ease of long practice. "The Lich King cared not for looks, unless they were ghastly or hidden. He wanted his soldiers to either cause fear, or to be able to quietly sneak behind enemy lines." She noticed with no small amount of amusement the observing eyes of Amos. "You have a powerful mind at your disposal, Master Nobels..." she said softly, tipping her head. Her green eyes glowed felishly. "And people with power are more often than not used." Her voice lowered- though it sounded threatening, it was mostly a warning.<br/><br/>"Now. My young Amos. Perhaps you could earn a favor by showing me an example of magic?" Her eyes crinkled with amusement again. "I assume you have powers, based on your robe, and the fact that Master Nobles is teaching you." Her fingers stroked Master Nobles' beak when she said his name, before returning to their preening. "If you, say, heal a wound of mine, I shall give you a favor. And you one for your help, Master Nobles." When she said that she used her teeth to draw her sleeve up, revealing the lack of wounds. "Master Nobles, would you be so kind as to give me a wound for him to demonstrate by? My bite is not susceptible to magic, and is the only fresh wound I have at the moment." Her eyes were still amused.<br/><br/>Risa eyed them both. She knew mages<i>loved</i>to experiment, and hoped that Master Nobles would see it as a training exercise for his young protege. "I will be fine, Master Nobles. I've taken much worse injuries then an owl slash."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>