Tygrane just smiled and shrugged a bit at the mention of her daughter, trying to ignore the fact that she was now a deathknight.<span style="color: DarkGreen">“Yeah, my daughter was always good with her Priestess magic, and very cautious with it.  It helps she was a priestess before.”</span>she replied watching where the bartender was, waiting for her own bottle or wine, and occasionally looking over to where Fillet was sitting, and over her shoulder at the door every now and then when someone would enter.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkGreen">“Yeah, I'll come over as soon as I get my drink.”</span>Tygrane said, with a wave of her hand at the Deathknight as a pair of young human women walked in together.  At a short study of them, Tygrane wasn't impressed by the whips, the multiple hidden knives in the barely there leather outfits, and the leather outfits themselves.  They must be some young prostitutes that wanted to work in this bar going off that fetish gear leather, though the knives seemed to work against that hypothesis.  Just hoping they knew how to avoid a fight, the armor would be a big liability.  Neither of the two girls stopped in the bar, instead heading strait upstairs.<br/><br/>With just a shrug to herself, Tygrane just turned back around as the barkeep finally brought her bottle of wine to her and gave her the price.  She pulled the needed silver coins from the pouch at her belt and handed them over before pouring herself a glass of the delicious wine, tasting slightly of strawberries.<span style="color: DarkGreen">“mmm...”</span>she moaned to herself while standing up getting ready to move over to where the suspected Gnome, and Erma was standing talking to the little man.<br/><br/>Just as the Night Elf was turning around though is when the next patron came in, and the elf froze where she was, the wine bottle in her left hand, the filled glass in her right.  The Hulking and dripping figure who entered had her full attention.  It was surprise that filled her eyes for that first moment, the question running through her mind was 'why is a traitorous Naga here in alliance lands?'  it only took a moment for her to wipe the surprise off her face, and her eyes to fill with pure hatred.   The look in her eyes was matched by the growl from her feet where Chisiro stood up and let the sound out low.  Immediately, the image of the wreckage of her home, ad the bodies of her husband and two sons flashed before her eyes.  It took all her willpower not to act on the rage while her hands were shaking with the desire to grab her bow and put an arrow through the serpent's heart that instant..  Plus, starting a fight here would probably get her kicked out, and then ruin her chances for the job.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkGreen">“Erma, this area of the bar just became a place in hell with a filthy serpent around.  I'll see you upstairs when the Gnome is done with whatever he is doing.”</span>she called over to the old deathknight before turning and walking towards the stairs to the second floor.  She disappeared with her ghost saber in time not to see the Naga male move over to talk with Fillet and Erma.<br/><br/>Upstairs they found the pair in fetish like leathers.  They were just knocking on the door.<span style="color: DarkGreen">“Did either of you actually try the door handle?”</span>She looked at them for a moment before moving over and reaching between them to move the handle.  The door had been left unlocked, thus she swung it open to reveal the sparse room on the other side.<span style="color: DarkGreen"> “See, we are supposed to meet inside according to the poster, so the Gnome of course left it unlocked.”</span><br/><br/>Moving past the tow, Tygrane went into the room and placed her bottle of wine on the table, at the chair on the far side of it from the door, this way she could watch the only obvious entrance to the room.  Refilling her cut, she sat back in the chair and waited for whoever else was supposed to be arriving for this whole adventure.  It also gave her the perfect view to study the pair of little girls.  They barely had any curves, and they barely filled the top of the leather outfit.<span style="color: DarkGreen">“So you two are volunteering for this mess adventure too?”</span>she asked the girls as her saber brushed by the pair, his fun running along their legs before he was past them and curling at Tygrane's feet with a purr.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>