Risa looked at the lad, eyebrow quirked. "Are you sure you can handle a drink, lad? Many a fine man has lost face for being out-drunk by a woman." she said, amusement coloring her words. "Bourbon." she snapped suddenly to the goblin, one finger lifting threateningly. Then she settled back in to her seat, turning sideways and leaning her hand on her crossed legs. She looked precariously perched, sitting like a pretzel on top of such a small stool, but she was actually fairly comfortable. "And a scotch for my dear Master Nobles. Ale for the lad." She didn't look at the goblin as she spoke, instead readjusting her arm so that Master Nobles was perched slightly higher.<br/><br/>"You...<i>burned</i>.... their hats?" she asked in shock, glowing green eyes popping wide open. Then she burst into laughter- not the well bred giggle her people were accustomed to giving, but a full, deep breathed guffaw. The look on her face was positively delighted. "Healers... hmm... A Druid. I never knew his name. We can a dungeon together- well, several, really. His healing was like a cool bath of mint water, chilling the burn of wounds. We vowed to do it again but... no such luck. Shame, really. He was quite the stud." Her eyes flicked over the Tauren behind Amos before lowering. Then she cleared her throat. "Well, water under the bridge. Not meant to be. Would have come to it eventually." she said , the look in her eyes giving the words far more meaning then her light tone conveyed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>