A tauren sun-walker, human apprentice to the Kirin Tor, and a bird with a beak on him. The worgen's words did not impress him, he had been there, hired by the Apothacaries to collect 'samples'. He still found it bemusing that, of all the life on Azeroth, their cursed kind were immune to necromanic reanimation. It just went to prove, that even the worse of situations had a silver lining. "Pity, he explained, And here I am, without a free bone to share." Rolling his shoulders as he eyed the band, who were taking a break... Still swirling his drink, and as an afterthought of the human's arrival, he called to Risa, "Play nice with the boy." Sounding like an annoyed parent figure. His mind elsewhere...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>