"Well Master, you look as though you could do with this." Trilliax offers the Head Sorcerer a silver tray with a decanter of fine Suramar wine and a single crystal glass.
Illidan did look rather worn down, he had been up since moonrise and only now that the sun was half way in the sky was the Sorcerer getting anything that resembled a break.
He eyed the tray the construct held with a look like he was weighing the options of taking or rejecting the wine. He then looked down at the work on his desk and shrugged, better to drink here than be dragged home from a bar in the early hours of the next night.
“Thank you Trilliax, you always do know what I need don’t you.” He said scooting things over on his desk and allowing the construct to set down the tray.
“Do check in on me in a few hours to make sure I haven’t passed out at my desk again won’t you?”
