Arching a single scruffy, half lost brow at her, the undead nodded slightly again. Was still swirling his strange drink, her elven senses no doubt noting the hint of magic within it's shallow depths... "Spare change?" he asked in that gruff, almost threatening tone. Nothing about the man was welcoming or friendly. If anything, he sounded as if mildly annoyed, borderline hostile even. However, his posture betrayed nothing, no agression, no relaxation... He simply, was there.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>