The worgen chuckled at her rhyme as they walked.<br/><br/>"Very true. An' yae're welcome. Per'aps our endeavor will lead tae yae rememberin' 'ow large yaer wardrobe is. Or, we could take a hop tae Dalaran. Got some fine shops thereabouts." As they strolled past the portal and the mysterious eyes in the underbrush, he turned their path to the east. His ears were flicked forward, one actually missing a noticeable portion of the tip. Every little sound or breath of wind through boughs caused one or the other to swivel to catch the source, even as his eyes and nose lead them onward. While he was no strange to Darkmoon Isle, he was not nearly as familiar with it as the carnies, or even Lilith.<br/><br/>"We're gettin' close, now." His voice was a low growl, one arm slightly raised to shield her if need be. Tery turned to glance at her over his shoulder, azure eyes standing out in the dark of the forest. "Still in'erested, Lilith?" There was a faint smirk and tone in his voice that lent a bit more meaning to his words than one might think just from their meaning. And he was actually pretty certain he was asking a bit more, as well, though he wasn't sure what that bit more was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>