Lilith sat where she had first sat, feet dangling slightly over the tall edge of the cliff. She could see the fisherman had some concern for his rod, as his very blue eyes glanced down to the beach below them both. When he spoke to her, it sounded like he was apologizing and about to depart, having made some sort of social mistake or error. At least, that's what his tone implied. But his body language said otherwise.<br/>He wasn't leaving so easily.<br/>Trying her turn at Common, Lilith spoke slowly and carefully, almost feeling...unsure of herself. Why bother responding at all, and why speak that horrid monkey tongue anyway?<br/>"It is...no bother...sir," she said carefully.<br/>Her words were slow but her eyes flitted over the man quite quickly, studying him. Like the human, the Blood Elf woman was concerned and rightfully so. They were from opposite factions, and while many threw their allegiances aside when it came to Darkmoon Faire island and its monthly appearance in the name of fun and games, some people were just a bit more loyal than that.<br/>But loyal to what, Lilith wondered.<br/>She didn't move, didn't offer even a polite smile or short nod of her head. Her words would have to be welcome enough, if the man chose to join her at this lovely lookout spot. If he left, it was just the same to her. But if he stayed...<br/>Who or what am I loyal to?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>