[i]"Why do I never get to be present for the important and special meetings!?"[/i]

" ... other than raiding bars, picking fights and terrorizing the local markets?"

Standing around with her arms folded across her chest, and her face forming a sour pout; the Night Elf eventually raised an eyebrow to throw a glare down at the dwarf standing next to her.

"It's a vacation."

"Really?"

"Yes, sort of. Though I spend most of it taking care of Li who is in there right now," Rithrynn would explain, leaning her head towards the door to Thea's chamber.
"Her backside is like a magnet to all sorts of assassins and other goons, and it doesn't help that she has absolutely no concept or understanding of danger either!"

Rithrynn said, before doing a quick mental summary in her head to count all the times she had saved Liaena in the past. But it would be a number a bit higher than anything she was prepared to count to, and so she gazed back down at the dwarf who was still looking at her.

"It is sort of like trying to herd a sheep through a forest of wolves, except that this sheep has severe anger management issues, lesser to greater symptoms of insanity; and an irresistible urge to charge at any wolf it sees."

The alcohol from the dwarf's bottle still lingered in the air, and upon reaching Rithrynn's nostrils, it was enough to cause the Night Elf to wince. Although she had consumed her own fair share of wine, dwarven beer or spirits was something she had never actually tasted. And judging from what it smelled like, she probably had no desire to do so either anytime in the future! That is without even considering the fact that any alcohol other than wine was illegal wherever Darnassus' authorities had control.

"How do you even keep that vile liquid from burning through you anyway?" Rithrynn eventually asked, eyeing the dwarf's cloak where he had retreated the canteen.

How the dwarves even managed to stomach their own drinks was a mystery to the Night Elf, and considering their high volume, it was even more bizarre that they were supposedly a race of smiths and workshop runners. One would have thought that with such strong drinks, any dwarf would be prone to instantaneous spontaneous combustion if they ever came close to a hot forge!