Dalia stomped a white hoof impatiently, her dark brows creating frown lines over her nose. Usually, she dreamed of receiving a new weapon or becoming the first female Warlord - or Warlady. This time, however, there were two human men standing before a gate. Even to her people, the powerful centaurs, the gate was huge without a single weakness or way to see the other side. Was this a vision? Only the best healers could have visions, or so she was taught in her first years of training. If it indeed was a vision, she shouldn't tell a soul, centaur or otherwise. She did not want to become a healer again, the lack of physical activity would drive her insane.<br/><br/>Staring ahead at the men in robes - their clothing choice seemed rather thin compared to her armor - she walked up to them, slinging her halberd over her shoulder because of it's bulkiness. Angling her head down, she looked at them quizzically. What were they doing in her dream? Clearing her throat, she rolled the tension out of her shoulders and swished her black tail.<br/><br/>"Beg pardon, but what are you doing here?" she asked calmly.