Lazily, he rolled his shoulders as his gaze dropped to the head. "Norbert... Angered an orcish, overseer... Take that lesson, to heart, Vina... He is lucky, that I was bored... I'm wondering, if I might fix him..." His voice trailing off as he glanced up again to regard the two women. "A healer, hm..?" Of course, he had already known this, observations did that. "Then I, must be your 'mundane', counterpart..." Shifting Norbert to rest in the crook of one arm, and waving the other in a rolling gesture. "Of course... For the right price, I can do, anything you like." Which he left at that, looking around with an annoyingly bored look to what was visible of his face...<br/><br/>"Tell me, Vinadine... Have you ever considered, obsidian armor..?" Eyes roaming up and down her again, though there was something different to the expression, something calculating. Like he was trying to invision it. "I hear... It's all the rage..." Again shrugging as his gaze wondered off, brow arched as they passed the mining trainer... 's'.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>