With more attitude than was called for, Antyrr grabbed the paper back from Azerath and stuffed it into the pouch it came from. His good humor and constant smile seemed to annoy her just as much as the music did before. Until this moment, the drow did not stop to consider the possibility that this adventure would be the greatest test of her patience yet.<br/><br/>Her red eyes glanced to his giant greatsword, its blade would cut her in half when it "stabbed" her... The elf let out a soft sigh of resignation, the first and only sound to emerge from the masked female. She nodded once.<br/><br/>A truce, then.<br/><br/>With Azerath, anyway.<br/><br/>For now.