With the faintest whisper she turned to the glaring goblin as he asked "The man asked what Type of bloodwine you prefer,<i>lady light</i>" The sarcasm dripping of his voice, as the volume was significant higher then before, loud enough for the whole tavern to hear what he had said.<br/><br/>"Nerubian Bloodwine please, if possible." The goblin raised his eyebrow at the strange request, he normally didn't had customers asking for that preference of wine.<br/><br/>"That wine is only ordered by whom who know of the delicate taste those arachnids offer.. If you would excuse me, I'll get you a glass of my finest!" His tone of voice had changed over the question, and some of his respect towards the priestess returned in his actions.<br/><br/><i>"I think we are completely different.. The mind of that succubi is like an open book to me, one I do not prefer to read. But all the warlock is searching for is the delights flesh can offer in a non-devouring way. The man whom they would choose, would be lucky for a night of sexual pleasures, but safe for any dangers you might think she would cause. I do, however worry more about the lurking danger that could effect the Dark lady, let alone us all, then the well-being of a man lured into a night of pleasures with a sensual demoness... As you said, I shelter my flock, eventhough at times they run from me. But when being at the decision of one animal, and the entire flock, I can choose more wisely then you are at this very moment... We need to find this source of light, and we need to find it fast. And since you talked about being paid for your expenses, I will pay you for your assistance in helping me, I can't do this alone.."</i><br/><br/>She looked back to the rogue, when the glass filled with the dark black blood of the Nerubians was carefully placed in front of her. Sipping slowly from the sweet blood of the arachnids of Northrend she gazed over the lean body, cloaked in many cloths, of the rogue. Her eyes were decisive, it was obvious that if he didn't agree upon coming along with her, she would go alone. And face the consequences of that threat with her own slender soft body. She wasn't build for fighting, but her spirit said otherwise.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>