Irritation.

Segna grumbled, glancing up from her map to stare across the small dark corridor. There was little light in the Forlorn Cavern, but that didn't stop the bubbly, clearly drunk woman from dancing in the small fishing pool. The dwarfess rolled her violet eyes and folded up her map.

Things were so much... cleaner in Blackrock. She'd joined the Bronzebeards in thier mountains when a faction of her Dark-Iron brethren had broken off and followed Moira, and she hadn't been here very long. Segna sometimes pondered if leaving was indeed the smartest move. Sure, she wanted to see the world, but apparently, that world consisted of women with little virtue, and doggish young men who liked it.

Segna turned her head to gaze up at her very tall, imposing Felguard. He glanced down at her, eying the dwarfess with smoldering red eyes. Klekkrill did not often speak, but he usually didnt have to, and at that moment, Segna was fairly certain they were both thinking the same thing.

The woman reached up and patted Klekk on the arm, and the Felguard responded by sheathing his axe on his back and promptly picking up the short dwarfish woman, placing her securely on his very broad shoulders.

(Hey, if Goblins can do it with Ogres, Segna could do it with her own demon. Klekk needed the excercise anyway.)

"Somtims I wish we coould slay ar' oown faction, eh Klekk?" Segna chortled from atop the demons shoulders, as he made his way toward the tram.

Klekk grunted, seeming fairly nuetral on the subject, as he did most things.

Segna sighed.

((Aaah, rp inspiration.))