Bliss moved with a certain uneasiness upon her seat when the large male troll strides inside the tavern. Her eyes were watchful and observant when he took a seat at her table, she even noticed the slight wavering shock in his eyes filled with realization that he had not seen her already sitting at the table. She immediately decided that the man did not take a woman into account for dangers or possible threats, a presumption, she muttered to herself, that could mean his surprised death one day. Not that she thought it would be by her hands, no, her hands were meant for healing, no matter how plated and protected she might seem underneath her armour.<br/><br/>Her previously cheerful smile had disappeared from her lips, and she merely nodded into his direction as an answer to his short and formal 'Yo'. Without any constricting feelings to hold her back, she let her gaze wander over his form, intentionally seeming to show him how one might be better at being observant then he was. She could see his bare chest glimmering underneath the past-morning sun that shone so brightly out of her window. Her eyes followed his every line and scar down to his loincloth, searching with a watchful glare where his weapons and supplies might be resting. She found a chipped blade of stone pressed tightly against his bare thighs that made her grimace of the sheer unprofessional quality. Soon she was able to find the weathered state of the quiver of javelins resting upon his back, something that did not sit well with the paladin either. The troll looked brash and arrogant, but in her experience only the well-equipped and well-armoured men in booty bay had reason to be arrogant, yet did not mean a threat to the strong-willed woman.<br/><br/>This man however seemed to be a threat without the proper equipment, which made Bliss think that there were others reasons to be precautious around the young horde.<br/>Bliss tapped her fingers with a wry smile upon her blue encased stone welded tightly in the bronze material of her belt. Some strange trinkets whirred with an almost silent sound, before she leant back over the table and took yet another swig of her honeymead. No reason to be brash herself she thought, when she was surrounded with the biggest scum of Azeroth in this bar. Besides, it was not like the man was trying to make conversation with her, there was no obligation to further their already unpleasant greeting as she committed herself yet again by staring out of the window with empty eyes and a longing stare to nothing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>