(( ...Reading your whole post now makes me want strawberry-rhubarb pie! DX -whines- ))<br/><br/>"Oh..." She murred for a moment as she half-listened to his explanation before another, more attentive, "Oh!" She looked again at the mug, this time with a quizzical expression. She hadn't had the mead here, so she couldn't for sure help dissect the flavor he was currently experiencing. Thoughtfully scratching her cheek, the Worgen straightened her back and folded one of her legs over the other, possibly the only show that she still had a human mind under all that fur, muttering low about hearing Orcish incorrectly.<br/><br/>No she wasn't exactly a classical Gilnean in the sense that she acted haughty or boorish to anyone who wasn't from her own land. If she were, she likely wouldn't have even considered stepping foot into Booty Bay for relaxation and a drink, only to acquire something for a cheap cost then leave. Stormwind would've been a better choice for her people, save for the wary looks they'd probably get. Perhaps it was being trained by the Night Elves during her stay there in Darnassus that swayed her to be a bit more open when she saw fit. This Tauren wasn't proving to be much of a threat to her, apart from the fact that he only -looked- and possibly fought like a brute. This time she looked back up to him when he'd mentioned her father. She let out another chuckle and swiped lazily in the air with her claw in a dismissive manner, "We lived far from most of the towns. Our entire life was simple, not just the booze."<br/><br/>Her eyes caught the movements of the Goblin and she broke her gaze from Baqir to get a better look. She sighed silently, not enthusiastic about having to be near such a vibrantly happy Goblin, but she would deal with it and turned a second time for her tea. She sipped it slowly before tilting her head toward the wall of muscle she'd been talking to, muttering only low enough for his ears to catch, "Light, you're in for an earful now."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>