"Yes, yes, armor is so overrated," Nadra snapped to the death knight and slid her hands down along her bare thighs, "People seem more interesting without. Ah, there's the sign now."<br/><br/>As the priestess spoke, the demon began to step forward, pulling Liliana by the arm, towards the Gutterworm Tavern. The mistress caught up, and neither of them looked back to see if anyone followed.<br/><br/>Nadra walked at the counter, where a goblin barkeeper was mixing some drinks. Standing on a raised platform, he was still a couple of feet shorter than the demon. Nadra leaned forward, her hands stretched straight down against the edge of the wooden surface, showing off her bust. The goblin gave her a glance.<br/><br/>"A drink to suit the mistress," she said and briefly bobbed her head towards the warlock standing behind her. "And for me," she continued quickly, "a glass of your finest cocktail, with one of those cherries on t—"<br/><br/>At that point Liliana's elbow caused her to twitch. Nadra pouted her nose, sighed, and then continued with an overly melancholy voice, "No drink for the minion today, it seems..."<br/><br/>Liliana sat down on a stool by the counter, and Nadra stood behind her, facing away, towards the bar and all the groups of people of all races of the Horde. Her eyes met those of a cute blood elf girl, and all of a sudden, a staring contest was on.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>