Ro’liath turned to the fellow knight, holding his coin pounch in a taloned gauntlet and seemingly studying it’s contents. Except there were none. He looked at Tevruden, offering a sheepish grin, “Got any uh, spare change?” He asked before turning his gaze back to the vendor whom was by now, tapping their foot.

“Honestly, I’d take Krasarang over Gorgrond at this point. I mean, even though the plants tend to stay back…and in that swampy heat we smell worse so the animals also stay back…” Ro’liath pauses, “Not sure where I was goin’ with that… anyways it just fuckin’ sucks.” He sticks out his tongue in distaste, almost as if he were reliving the awful experience.

"Luckily I’m in Talador now, not as hot, more akin to Eversong’s weather. It’s nice being around Paladins again but they seem to just look down on me, it’s startin’ to piss me off.” His ears twitch as footsteps approach, looking from Tevruden to the waiter whom was being overly cautious.

Ro’liath grinned wide, “My good sir! I’m ready to order, and also I need all those brownies over there.” He points past the waiter to the tray across the room.

“If there is any place that needs to fall in the Twisting Nether already, it’s Gorgrond.” Tevruden nods sagely. “If I never have to go there again as long as I ‘live’ it will be too soon. Just thinking about it makes me want to bathe. ”

“Sad thing with the Draenei Vindicators is that you can’t even watch them freak out over minor necromancy. Nothing like watching Argent initiates lose their minds because you’re merely reanimating body parts.” Tevruden grins back before turning to the waiter. “The steak, and I want it so rare that I can’t reanimate it. The fish too, I’ll reanimate that.” He mentions in a deadpan voice, it’s hard to tell if he’s joking.

“S-s-sir that’s just a display! You can’t eat those.” The waiter manages to stammer as he’s furiously scribbling down Tevruden’s order.

“I’ll have three orders of the steak and the roast too, and don’t tell me what I can’t eat!” Ro’liath snarled, “I bet you I’ve got enough plague sitting in my gut to eat through anything,” He frowns some, watching the waiter with narrowed eyes before caving in, “Alright, bring me a platter of actual ones. Towered so high when you set it on the table I can’t see my friend here.” He points a thumb at Tevruden across from him.

Ro’liath turns to grin at the knight coyly, returning to their previous subject, “I’m not to keen on necromancy,” He waves a hand, “It doesn’t sit right with me, might sound silly but I still believe in the Light. Too bad it’s forsaken me.”

“They’re enchanted for–”  With a yelp the waiter finishes writing down their order and rushes away issuing a stream of “yes sirs” “right away sirs” and “please don’t murder me” as he leaves.  

“I would not use it on the unwilling, but it does come in handy.” Tevruden nods to where the waiter disappeared. “It is fun to threaten to raise someone as one of us. Even if only as an idle threat.” He shrugs his shoulders “Not entirely most of us were former Light users, and raised unwillingly."