It was impossible to not notice the annoyance in Erma's voice at just her name.  Yeah, she hadn't meant to knock the woman's had off that once at the camps in the plaguelands.  But then it was bound to happen when the people you had to travel with didn't know that the silk cloth around your neck was keeping your head on.  The reactions to that little event had been interesting even if it didn't creep the hunter out as much as it had the others.  Tygrane was used to skinning some animals she had hunted and killed for food every now and then.  There was no blood when Erma's head came off, so it was more interesting than anything.<br/><br/><span style="color: Green">“I wouldn't exactly call being undead fine, but she is at least still around.  It is at least better that she is around still than me thinking she was gone.”</span>she said, immediately wishing her drink was here.  After a moment, Tygrane shook her head, getting the lamenting at that thought out of her head, she still held herself responsible for not going along with the envoy Kynthrinn had been with.<span style="color: Green">“At least you got her to lead your group, her younger sister is nothing but trouble.”</span><br/><br/>At the mention of the job, gotten by an advertisement, Tygrane reached down and pulled the poster she had ripped off an inn's wall and set it down on the table.<span style="color: Green">“Would that happen to be this job by the Gnome, Kneecapper?  Well, at least there will be someone competent in the group, and not all novices who will get themselves killed in the first serious fight.”</span>She said with a bit of a smile, looking around at the gnomes in the room.  Only one, someone who seemed to not be drinking, and dressed in armor, stood out to her, and she guessed he was Fillet unless the gnome they were looking for was already in the room.<span style="color: Green">“Well, hopefully his promise for treasure was true then for you.  I'm mostly here for the possibility of adventure more than the money I don't really need.  I've been bored for the past couple months.”</span><br/><br/>Tyrgrane grinned a bit at what Erma said about promoting the rumor that deathknights were invincible.<span style="color: Green">“Yeah, your head falling off, and still be walking and talking is both creepy and definitely upholds that rumor.”</span>she said still waiting for her drink while watching Erma slowly drink her own.  It was interesting watching her lips go from obvious dead color to pink from the wine.<span style="color: Green">“But mana potions as medical supplies?  Usually they just help keep my energy up in a battle.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>