"Doesn't mean one can be rude to a customer..." she muttered quietly as she watched the bartender leave and return with her glass of water. She didn't trust the man now to leave her sight when he was handling her orders, unsure what he'd do to the water otherwise. When the man placed the glass on the counter, she looked up at him and gave him a smug, yet sweet, smile before reaching for her glass. Licking the corner of her mouth, Cabriolle lifted her water to her lips and took a long sip from the glass. An ear twitched as she heard the troll speak up again after he'd began his meal. Setting down her glass, the night elf turned her head to get a complete look at him, not ones made from glances, silvery eyes taking in some more details of his features before shrugging a leather-clad shoulder, "Boredom, really. I watch the fights in the arenas and sometimes attend them myself, but almost all the time it ends here with a few mugs of mead."<br/><br/>She lifted her glass again to sip some more water, raising a brow as she again looked at the troll, "But you don't, it seems. No room up where they teach you folk your magic?" She smirked as she watched him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>