<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">”Oh well…!”</span>Emberspike started, taking a seconds break to muse the question. He had to dig into his memory and find the rehearsed story for this particular situation.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Well, -officially-, we’re here on sight-seeing..” </span>the rich honey-laden voice of Bahiyya spoke out.<br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><br/>
“-Officially-, yeah. Mighty officially.”</span>The goblinoid grinned.<br/><br/>He made something of a theatrical act of nudging his stool a few inches closer to Tamaska, acting as if what he was about to say was a guarded confidential secret. Doing the “whispering hand gesture”, he spoke in an ironically loud murmur:<br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><br/>
“’fact is, Lord Schwarzhand, see? He’s workin’ on this tips I gots him. Some hot-shot collector sometimes a-passes through Dalaran and the boss wants a cut. Big business in old relics, and there’s this onyx statue that the Baron really fancies.” </span>The sly goblin gave her a wink as if this was their little secret now, before scooting back to his original position. He had the graces not to “overstay his welcome”, obviously.<br/><br/>Bahiyya gestured with her hands, continuing as if a natural extension of Emberspikes monologue:<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“But sometimes, it can be an –awful- waiting game, so the Lord lets us indulge in local debauchery until he needs our help again.”</span>– She spoke the word “debauchery” with a well-rehearsed innocence as if she was joking.<br/><br/>But now, the ante had been upped: The blood elf let her eyes droop just a bit, keeping a steady, solid glance on the trolless. Her fingers voluntarily began caressing the sides of her porcelain cup with “something fruity” within, letting only the edges of her fingertips contact. The movement was oozing, smooth and carried a lot of intent combined with her direct glance.<br/><br/>Emberspike played his part: After taking a good inhale from his cigar, he continued with a broad, mischievous smirk that really enhanced his roguish character:<br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><br/>
“I tells you: The stories behind some of our excursions could fill a good few book cases. It’s a damn shame we don’ get around to speaks much about it though.”</span>. The goblin shrugged.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Mmm, it –is- a shame, isn’t it?</span>” Bahiyya asked Emberspike rehearsed.<br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><br/>
“Damn shame. But humn..”</span>Emberspike began, before peering over onto the Baron; all of which planned ahead in this little ruse.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Tell you what. Is just an open invitation, dun’ get any fancy ideas of a date or anythin’ – we’ve got a stash of some of them there relics up in our room. I coulds bring down some of them, plus a few journals and stuff, make it a bit of a –story- evening?”</span><br/><br/>Before Tamaska had a chance to answer, Bahiyya deployed her lure, addressing:<br/><span style="color: Sienna"><br/>
“I do not think dragging invaluable relics down here is a good idea, what with the unsavory types in mind, dearest. We could welcome her up for a brief song.”</span>She suggested in a molten hot tone of voice.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Of course, only if ya’s feel the time and desires, no pressure. Just a little lookie-lookie, then we’ll bumble down here and grabs you a drink. Afterwards we can sees what to do ‘bout transportation.”</span>Emberspike said disarmingly. The man afterwards flashed his best take on a sincere smile at the trolless, and to his credit, he wasn’t half bad at it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>