Seer-of-Ghosts reached across the table for her hand.  "Perhaps I must, for the sake of my kind," he chuckled, "Though I would want such a pretty woman as you anyway.  Now... I know you don't want us to take you here in front of them all, so why don't you come along.  There's a nice cellar below where you can see to our needs..."<br/><br/>Bonegnawer licked his long muzzle and reached below the table to rub at his kilt.  He was getting impatient with his master and all this talk.