<span style="color: green">" Like a baby, Mora."</span>He replied to the trolless. Seeing everyone ready, Fillet clapped his hands in his own amusement. The first test was succeeded by everyone, even the lazy rogue with no diner etiquette with his mouth full of breakfast.<br/><br/>Standing up, balancing him on the rail to not tip back or forth. He hawked loud and clearly.<br/><span style="color: green">" Right then, today marks the first step to get closer to our first goal. We should travel light. Making our way pass Duskwood to get to Stranglethorn. "</span>Fillet irked at the though of Duskwood tho, not his favourite place in the Eastern Kingdoms and he wished to spend as little time as possible there. Jumping down from his rail and looking up to his crew, this wasn't enough. The team was lacking in something, but being the omnipotent leader that he is, he already had that covered some time ago.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">" We'll just keep ourself to the roads to make quick and painless. Duskwood does have a nice amount of the undead and corrupted worgens alike. Pack whatever you wish to bring from the local stands, but don't look at me holding your bag if you pack too much. "</span><br/><br/>Meanwhile, a machinery sound is heard lightly from the north. A mechanostrider swiftly making its way along the road leading from Stormwind. It was painted in the same dark purple color as Fillet's armor, and on its wings was patterns of Fillet flexing his stoic little body. Stopping right on spot next to Fillet, it folded its legs down, allowing the gnome to climb upon it before raising its legs again. The mechanical being having its light on on its head and scouting the environment.<br/><span style="color: green">" Those without mounts, enjoy walking or ask to lift with someone else. This thing is a one seat thing only. "</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>