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.

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?”

“Wow, the technical skill really gets you goin’, huh?” Ro’liath leans back in his chair, tucking his hands behind his head, “Sounds like a good sturdy woman.”

His ears perk at the question and all too quickly his eyes seem to darken, “Yeah, yeah I got someone alright.” He sits forward, “His name’s Eroseth. When I found him he was drunk in the gutters of Silvermoon, he’s a knight too. He is…well, something. Kinda hard to explain him. But he looks good out of his armor.” He snickers to himself.

Tevruden laughs. “Of course, I am an unholy murder machine. You will have to have to meet her to understand why, but there are not not many mortals that can keep up with a death knight. I will have to introduce you two sometime.” 

“So there is someone.” Tevruden grins. “And an Ebon too. You could try to explain, It’s not like I’m getting any older.”

About this time, the waiters seem to have found enough courage again, and the first of many plates start appearing on the table. It’s quickly covered in meats of several types, fish and a large platter in the center, piled with brownies. In fact there was so much stuff on the table it looks like the kitchen staff saw the order, heard what was ordering, and decided to appease them by making a bunch of dishes that were not in the order.