[b][Kresnik][/b]
Kresnik's eyes narrowed dangerously at the Diclonius's crack, his pupils contracting and dilating as if to emphasize his annoyance. "Having golden words is my specialty," the dhampir sighed, taking another sip of his brandy. "As for me... I'm just a man passing through, collecting jobs along the way. All in all, this world bores me. You, however... you smell human, yet your scent is quite different. Who are you?" He asked, easing himself against the bar as he sat the brandy down. His eyes turned to look at the man that the young woman was treating. He smelled nearly human, yet he smelled just as similar to his elven companion. "As for that half-blood next to you, who is he?" Kresnik inquired further, his annoyance at small talk becoming something more akin to genuine curiosity.