A glance flashed toward the elf before she was back to editing her notes, scratching a few unknown words out and scribbling above them, keeping her composure as the warrioress attempted to intimidate her by looming near her. She sipped her drink again and that snarl cause from the strong alcohol's bite showed of the enlarged incisors the woman had, perhaps not easily noticed from far away, "Fresh blood taken straight from the slit body, for sure, madam. But the only blood I've ever had was from the bodies of elk already killed by others after a few hours when the blood begins to settle, but is still hot." Her head swayed slightly as she mused a thought to herself, which made her sneer, "Perhaps I had the blood of my own kind, but I wouldn't have remembered, what with my mind gone at the time and I do not make a habit of savaging bodies for their taste. When I rend an elf's throat open I spit what's taken from them back onto their writhing bodies. I eat game, not enemies." She didn't once give the woman a daring look or an indication she was about to strike, keeping her eyes on her book and swirling the ice around the glass in her hand. On some level she would've sounded to be speaking nonsense, but was it because she wanted to confuse the elven woman, or did she really hide some kind of insanity under those golden tresses of hers. She muttered a few more words as she wrote upon the page, "Sin'dorei - 'Children of the Blood'...Fitting."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>