Her concentration was dwindling once more, when she felt the distinct paranoia of more eyes on her. This wasn't unusual for her, a far cry from it, but when once just wanted to have a quiet evening it was perhaps a bit annoying. Bright eyes finally moved away to look for the objects whom she seemed to be attracting and noticed a newcomer sauntering her way to the bar. A lip curled in the form of a quiet snarl. All Gilnean traditions aside, she bore no love for warlocks, demons, or anything that tainted the world they lived on. Perhaps this was her druidic lessons kicking in, but she never felt comfortable around people who kept company with the enemy, sometimes even considering her allies secret members of the enemy, and did all she could to ignore or avoid them. Without moving too quickly, her eyes darted around for the succubus' master and spotted the woman standing in a shady corner of the shady tavern, resisting a second snarl before feeling her fur raise on her shoulders.<br/><br/>Once again her wary attitude picked up more attention and her head turned slowly in the direction of the Tauren, holding that gaze for a moment. Were she not a sentient being, it would've seemed the gaze was one of a wild creature sizing her prey up, but her head turned back to her things and shook that long, wild mane of hers. Almost frighteningly sharp fingers moved to run through a section and tugged on the knot she felt there, freeing it before relaxing again. She reached for her glass and downed the entire thing, ice and all. Her ears flattened against her head while she looked down at her journal, finding damned water stains on the middle of the page, and pulling a soft sigh from her maw.<br/><br/>Life sure had a way of telling her that she wasn't going to have a peaceful evening. She tossed the journal closed and shoved the things back into her packs for the second time, snorting and looking over at the Goblin, seeing that he'd called in one of his friends to help him man the bar with the slowly increasing numbers arriving. She waved one over and pushed the small glass from her, "Gonna need a bigger glass."<br/><br/>"Put it on yer tab?" The greenskin gave her a wiley smirk to which she snorted and nodded.<br/><br/>"I'll be good for it, now for that bigger glass?" Her dark chocolate brow rose before giving him that fanged smirk, pearly points showing well against her fur. When he walked away, she set to pulling a strand of hair over her shoulder and braiding it slowly, figuring if she was going to be approached, she'd rather be doing something mundane than important.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>