The Elf smirked at the Death Knight as the two skeletons place themselves between him and her. "Oh you mean this?" He would take out the sliver and show it to her, "Well as you can see, I'm using this lovely thing. If you want it so badly, what are you willing to do to get it?" Thala'doe would smile as he stood and cast the glass filled with wine to the side. It would shatter against the ground. "I'm sure I can be reasonable with such a lovely Death Knight." Outside the ghouls and ghosts would become aware of the woman. If she tried to fight it would be quite hard to win.