Walter grabbed his chest in a theatrical manner by the sight of the gorgeous young elven woman. She seemed quite out of place in a humble tavern like his own, but it did not matter to the joyful warlock. He put on his brightest smile, his slightly greying black beard tickling up to the corners of his mouth as he grabbed a towel and walked towards the noble-looking sin'dorei.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">''My, my, my lady. What do I owe the pleasure to meeting a perfect specimen of your noble kind? I hope you enjoy the crude tastes of homebrewed ale, if not I can offer you something my precious girl ana...''</span><br/><br/>The warlock moved his hand to the side of the room and pointed with a visible twinkle of laughter in his bright blue eyes to the priestgirl who was now gently sipping on a bottle of rum she had kept to herself. Ana was watching the worgen until her eyes met Walter's and she waved rather timid towards the elven woman. She had no idea how to act towards the horde, and normally preferred to avoid them altogether. But she knew she was safe around the old warlock, she had seen him do things no one even imagined was possible. She even chuckled of the way the man was treating her, with the utmost respect, but with the same kind of theatrical joy he puts in everything he does. Ana swore that if the wars had never endangered Azeroth, Walter would have lived his live in the theatre, enjoying the live of someone who entertained others.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">''... has brought here, all the way from Booty Bay. The infamous coconut rum, with a little slice of orange if you wish, for a beautiful girl like you off course. ''</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>