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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.
Tevruden manages to polish off the rest of the cookies he had taken, and it’s not long before he stops at one of the many shops lining the streets of Slivermoon. Though it did not look old, It was fairly obvious the place had survived the scourge march on Quel’Thalas. “We are here. After you.”
Ro’liath pulled a face as Tevruden explained the lengths it would take to be resurrected again. And honestly, it sounded like a lot more hassle than it was worth.
His ears perked at the knight’s voice, alerting him that they’d arrived. His grimace fades instantly and grins wide. Ro’liath turns his gaze to Tev briefly, “Such a gentleman.” He coos before grabbing him by the arm and tugging the giant through the doors.
The diner is bustling, races of all kinds sat at round tables while the scent of meats and baked good filled the air, “Damn, I like it already, kudos to you, Tev.”
Before Tevruden can begin to talk about how even finding a necromancer now would be difficult, not to mention explaining this all in advance of your death, he is pulled through the door, quickly ducking so he does not take out the door frame.
The chair creeks a bit as Tevruden takes his seat, but he pays no attention to it. He takes a menu from the shaking waiter and starts to look over it. “There is a lot here I do not recognize, but then I have not been here since before the Fall.”