She had to admit, he looked odd for a troll, but for a night elf, all his stunted features made him seem a bit easier to talk to. He seemed less like the enemy, in her eyes and didn't feel like she had to keep one hand near the daggers that were sheathed at her hips. She sat up to stretch her body, leather armor creaking as she did so, in need of some maintaining it seemed. Brushing her fingers through her green hair, she continued to eye him curiously until he struck up conversation again, making her smile coyly and lean forward against the bar. "Mhmm, fighting, assassination, spying..." She waved her hand as if to say that she could carry on and on about the subject. The elf acted very nonchalant about it as she crossed her legs and placed an elbow on the counter, leaning her chin into it as she looked at him, "...but there's plenty of us around, so there's plenty of relaxing time in between missions." She couldn't help but smile, wondering what his reaction would be, as it seemed pretty clear that he hadn't caught onto her profession just by looking at her, despite being dressed all in dark leathers and equipped with small but deadly weapons on her hips and perhaps more hidden in places he couldn't tell.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>