When Mord walked up, he only heard the tail end of the three-way conversation; something about an Ekimus and the Queen’s Court. Really, nothing that concerned or interested Mord at all. The only thing that concerned him was the bard’s answer. Though why she was staring at him as though he had slaughtered her family before her eyes somewhat bothered Mord. Yes, his memory wasn’t the best anymore, but he’d most<em>certainly</em>remember killing the loved ones of someone important, at least as recently as this little stripling had been alive.<br/><br/>The sound of a metal scrapping against leather soon had Mord’s undivided attention, as the girl’s minder apparently had just enough intelligence to recognize a Wraith, and just little enough to provoke one. Mord-Ra resisted the urge to roll his eyes (with great effort) and to immolate the fool (with even greater effort). After all, it wouldn’t do to get the bard caught up in the blast, not after he had asked her a question. That would just be plain rude. So he swallowed his pride, took a single step back, and leveled his gaze at the one he was swiftly coming to recognize as The Stupid One. Eyes locked with the Stupid One, he waited patiently for the girl’s reply. Eventually, she seemed to remember that mouths were for eating, speaking, and kissing, not hanging off the jaw in uselessness and disbelief.<br/><br/>"Of course I'll tell you more of what I seek," she finally managed out, with more than a fair bit of confidence as she shrugged off the warning hand of The Stupid One, "That was the point of what I've done after all," She forced a smile, and swallowed, taking another step towards him. "You've a wish to join me then?"<br/><br/>Mord had to give it to her; she seemed more than willing to go the extra mile to make believe that the walking arbiter of doom before her did not invoke fear. That’s more than most were willing to do.<br/><br/>Still, the Stupid One began to blather about how he was a Wraith, dangerous, yadda-yadda, and then had the audacity to force his way in front of her.  Mord could hold his tongue no more.<br/><br/>“Oh, how cute; the walking tinderbox wants to fight,” Mord sneered, curling his fingers into animal-like claws. His eyes widen, and the blue of the irises were replaced by the blue of Wraith Flame, clearly ready to throw down right here in the city…<br/><br/>…When something white blitzed passed Mord, knocked The Stupid One on his rear, and lapped up at the girl’s face, sending her into hopeless giggles. Mord didn’t know that this time it was<em>his</em>jaw that hit the floor until he realized he was instinctively forcing it back up. Finally able to focus on the blur, he was treated to perhaps the biggest wolf he could remember seeing. Now there was a new target to Mord’s glare; he shared a mutual hatred with dogs, and anything even remotely dog-like. Always sniffing and barking at his “unnaturalness”, greedy little fleabags. The disgusting display of girl-and-her-dog-love before his eyes made him really, REALLY want to burn something, so it was damn lucky that The Stupid One was…<br/>……..<br/><br/>…Nowhere to be found.<br/><br/>“CAT LICK THE LADY’S UNDERSIDE!!!” He bellowed to the heavens, blue flame pouring out of his mouth and vanishing as if he were a dragon.  Mord shook his head at the all-too common outburst, and brought his hands up, getting his thoughts together. Oblivious to the attention from the crowd that he had worked so hard to avoid, Mord turned to the elf, determined to ignore the parasite-covered fur ball and her admirer until they were done gushing over the other’s cuteness.<br/><br/>“Good morning!” He all but beamed at the fop.<br/>