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.

“Feh— Ner’zhul is a joke. If any type of reanimation magic is commendable I’d say the parasites the botani seem to manifest are the most effective.” Ro’liath glances towards the door the waiter ran through in his escape before sucking air through his teeth and looking back at Tevruden.

“You’re supposed to remain pure- at least when you’re in training, but everyone knows that Paladins probably travel more than anyone else.” Ro’liath snorts with a grin before chewing a piece of skin off of his bottom lip.

"What about you big guy? You’re like an impenetrable fortress both physically and emotionally. Got anyone you’re sweet on eh? Eh?” He leans on the table, obviously all too amused and nosy.

“The Botani are interesting, but apparently Ner’zhul might hold the key to some of the problems remaining in the North.” Tevruden shrugs. “Though not the standard kind of necromancy, I would not mind seeing the methods they Draenei used to encase souls in those vigilants.”

“That is what they say, but you know the living. They have all of these urges.” Tevruden waves a hand dismissively. “If I had 5 silver for every rumor I’ve heard…”

The giant death knight raises an eyebrow. “Feiyn has excellent combat prowess, and great ranged cover. I am not just sweet on her.”

Ro’liath opens his mouth and is about to go off on a tangent about the intrepid process it would probably take to bind a soul to a vigilante, but is cut short at the mention of a lady.

The knight’s impish grin widens, eyes following suit as he lets out a low whistle, “Feiyn huh?” He settles his chin into his palm and lids his eyes, “She sounds like a good fighter, but surely that isn’t the only thing you like about her. C’mon lover boy, tell me more.” He coos playfully.

"She can put a bullet into someone’s head from half a mile away, she can keep up with me pretty well when we spar, and she likes large cats. What else is there that you want to know?”

Tevruden eyes Ro’liath. “What about you then? Is there something– or dare I say, someone– that caused you to make that comment about being pure?”