<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/292/a/8/lyari_by_jennyverse-d83i3u5.jpg)</div>Lyari nodded as she took the man's order, forgoing the pad of parchment since it would be quite easy to remember.  His voice sent chills up her spine.  They were hot, burning chills if that were even possible.  The elf felt like melting into a puddle of goo right there at his feet.  Her mind trilled with a combination of intense fear, and deep submission.  Though the creature was big and horrible, she felt the need to worship him and beg for his attention.  She assumed the whispers of ancient words that clung to the edges of his speech had something to do with that.<br/><br/>The girl made quick work of the man's order.  She brought his mead and flank, making sure they were both warm and pleasant before offering.  As he gave a whole different kind of order, Lyari smiled.  A bit of that fear subsided with the knowledge of his interest.  Now he was in her wheelhouse.  "That by I, sir.. uh.. what was your name again? They call me Lyari, and I can sate any appetite you may have."  She leaned against his table and cocked her head, taking in the sight of his large, muscular body.  She wondered if he kept his armor on during certain activities, or if it was even removable at all.  "What might you have in mind, sir? Payment can be whatever you deem fit to reward my services; gold, silver, cattle. I've even been offered deeds to mines as payment from some very happy dwarves."