At everything that Dottie was saying, the elf gave her a glare.  And a bright blush that almost burnt her face off.  It made the dark elf look like you could cook a meal on her face.<span style="color: #006600">“Bite me short stack.”</span>She growled in response to the taunting.  Knowing the dwarf was probably ancient in comparison to her and could kick her ass easily probably.  Shame she had her bow and arrows in her hand so she couldn’t hid whatever the dwarf saw.  At least it was only the soft remnants of the fun earlier.<br/><br/>But the actual question made the warry elf look upon the feast and the coffins.<span style="color: #006600">“Tingly elf senses?  You really need to stop indulging in your ale so much.  But I don’t need any magic or senses to know this isn’t good.  A full, fresh, feast in a crypt just now opened… and surrounded by coffins is always a bad idea.”</span><br/><br/>Of course after she said that Ari did a thing that Tyg would not consider a good idea.  She got close to the food, even if she didn’t touch it.  Immediately Tygrane tightened her grip on her bow, and the readied arrow.  Being ready just in case something happened.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>