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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 raises an eyebrow “Not exactly what I had in mind, and with that bag of cookies you’d get crumbs everywhere.”
“You would probably burst before that happened. Since we were freed, the living, especially the Pandaren, keep thinking I need payment whenever I go out and kill things for them. I suppose it helps them sleep at night to think I’m doing it for the money.” The death knight shrugs. "There hasn’t exactly been a lot to spend it.“
"I think you just need a hobby that isn’t decapitating things.” Ro’liath says between bites, raising a hand and flicking out his forefinger, “Eating is one of my favorites.” He flicks out another, “Then there’s tinkering, blacksmithing, and takin’ care of Skullcrusher. That’s what all my money goes to.”
Ro’liath shrugs his shoulders and swallows his mouthful, “I think what separates us knights from the rest of Azeroth is we forget our mortality. What used to make us alive. Fel, I love bein’ undead, but relearning all those old emotions and finding things I love has made me happier.” He mutters.
He brings his pinky up to dig into his ear and snickers, “Who knows, that part of your brain may have deteriorated already.”
“I don’t know, my schedule is kept pretty busy with all Iron Horde orcs that need decapitation. I’ll see if my secretary can pencil something in.” The smirk Tevruden currently had was normally a reminder to people that they had something very important to do very far away from him. “Speaking of eating, give me another cookie.”
“I remember what it was like to be alive, but there is something to be said about all the things we can do that the living can not, and I am not just talking about being tireless murder machines. One of these days we will have to go to Orgrimmar and jump off the zeppelins. They are not as high as Ogrim’s Hammer or Dalaran but you can still make a good crack in the ground when you land.”
Tevruden simply reaches over and flicks Ro’liath’s ear.
“Well I’d think a grand entrance is a good entrance for a murder machine to make.” Ro’liath’s ear flicks away from Tevruden’s touch, the knight frowning in distaste as he hugs the cookies to his chest.
“But in that respect, I’m happy to be in the Blade and not to be facing it. I mean, I know what I can do…I’d rather not go against a handful of us alone. Well…maybe if the Light were still on my side…” He hummed in thought before looking down at the sack and offering it to Tev.
“All this talking is making me hungry, we there yet? I want to eat a hole into your pocket.” Ro’liath grinned wickedly at the fellow knight, flicking his tongue at him in a taunting manner.
“There is a tactical advantage to it, yes, but mostly it is just fun.” The hulking elf laughs, “Considering the manner in which we betrayed our maker, and then went on to kill him in his home I would have to agree with you.”
Tevruden takes the bag of cookies and pulls a few out, before handing it back to Ro’liath “It is not that much farther. Just a couple of more minutes” he says, before taking a bite out of one of the cookies. “Besides, it’s not like you are going to die of hunger before we get there.”
Ro’liath takes the sack and shoves a hand in, pulling out a few cookies. He pauses before taking a bite though, “I just might, who knows. We’re technically immortal but at the same time we’re like the living. Who know what’ll kill us a second time.” He shoves one into his mouth, chewing on it.
"Though I’m curious, if I die again, can I be risen? Can we just keep being risen? As long as there’s necromancers, valkyr or what have you…it’s possible isn’t it? I kind of what to find out.” He laps the crumbs from his lips before shoving another cookie into his mouth.
“Assuming you are intact when you die again, or they can find enough of your remains, a suitably skilled necromancer could raise you again.” Tevruden states matter-of-factly. “But I would not count on that as an insurance policy.”
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.”