Dathwed laughed in delight. "I was born Valernya, but that is a mage name- and obviously, I am no mage." Turning to face her companion, the half-elf tucked her knees under herself, settling like a cat upon the stool. "And that's highway robbery- a little flashy flashy, and I could have gotten us drinks much cheaper!" and it was true- her human blood had given her one thing most elves lacked- a very large, ample bosom. Well, that, and an hourglass figure and plump rump.<br/><br/>"Yes, it's is more Orcish then not. I met Thrall once, forever ago, when I left Silvermoon to try for my sword and shield. He said I was "the wedding of death and woman". So I became Deathwed, then, eventually, Dathwed. Quiet catchy, if I do say so..." trailing off, the elf shook her head, pointy ears and feathery eyebrows bobbing. "I no longer Berserk, though. Too much harm is wrought from blood lust. Now I defend small parties, for a fee, of course."<br/><br/>Turning more toward the Orc, she leaned forward, head tilted to the side. "So why DID you pay so much? Trying to get my attention?" Dathwed laughed again, turning to put her booted feet upon the bar. Her Tabard slid back, pooling at her waist and giving a slight view of the small cut armor bottom she wore.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>