Blue-green eyes darted up at the Goblin who'd approached her, narrowing some as she registered just at what he was offering to her. Seven gold for blood turned into some sickening delicacy for the Horde? She scoffed at him, as if this entire place were below her presence, yet there she was, her deliciously strong glass of bourbon being tainted by the thought of drinking what used to be another living being's blood. She sat straight, holding that prideful air that her kind often had even though most hadn't earned it, "You're joking right?" She frowned at him before letting out a low, husky laugh, "The smell alone nauseates me. No offense to your lucrative mindset, but I'm quite happy with the drink I already have, thank you. In fact..." she paused as she fished through the small bag attached at her hip, "Here's what you charged me for one glass, I'd like another." Her expression deadpanned to complete seriousness, not once looking at the two whom she already felt their glances moving her way. She wasn't there for a fight, but if they were willing to start one, surely the bruisers would intervene before she finished it.<br/><br/>"And don't do anything funny to it. I gave you my coin before the product - I'll be watching to see you pull through some monetary honesty." She saw the Goblin turn and give her a look as if to show he was hurt that she'd accuse him of being dishonest. She returned the look with a brief and amused smirk, which she saw, immediately relaxed the Steamwheedle Greenskin enough to go about his business with a general air of content. The woman leaned back a moment before deciding she was fully pleased with her deal and returned to her somewhat slouched position over her book, putting in a few more sentences before beginning a tiny sketch. The conversation seemed to push away her fidgeting and the lingering smell of blood was soon disappearing as the elf's hand and their drinks were tended to. She tapped the charcoal against her bottom lip, inevitably shading it a smoky color in that one spot, before her free hand rubbed thoughtfully against her mouth, too engrossed in her notes to see she had now darkened her lips with those two unconscious movements.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>