Tygrane just listened to the introductions from everyone else silently, finding all of them would be of some use in some way.  She hated to admit it but even the naga would be useful, and maybe he would die in the process of proving how useful he was, as a meat shield.  That should be fun to watch at the very least.  She couldn't help but smile at that thought a little viciously.  That would be a good day to see him dead.<br/><br/>It took her a moment to wipe that smile off her face and turn her attention elsewhere, especially to watch the actions of her pet and the druid.  Maybe he should have let him run around where the other big cats were.  She had looked and probably still smelled like another big cat.  He was seriously trying to 'flirt' with her.  She just rolled her eyes at the show that he was performing.  The best guess was that she spent too much time in her feline form, she must still smell like a cat even though she was no longer in that form.<br/><br/>Chishio purred a but which rumbled a bit at the actions from Mora, and the friendly touches from her.  Especially when she got so close to him to touch her nose to his.  When the druid changed back, he didn't seem phased at all from the different shape, she still smelled the same, and he continued to purr for a moment and pressed his head into her hand that she placed in front of him.  The fact that she was speaking didn't affect him much at all, he just followed after her when she moved.  He even pushed into her hand when she went for running her hand through his fur.<br/><br/>The rumble that came from Mora though showed that she was hungry, and he looked up at her for a moment before he smelled the meat.  It was carried by a human that had a bad smell about him, he could smell the poisons he had used in his line of work.  Chishio didn't like that smell, even worse when the human began speaking with Mora.  The offered meat going untouched.  With a light growl at the attention the two were giving each other, and ignoring him now.  Padding over a bit, the ghost saber moved himself to the table and then up to it and grabbed the venison from the plate before moving back to the troll and placing himself between the human and Mora.  There he laid himself down and began to eat the food while giving the cat equivalent of a glare at the man.<br/><br/>Tygrane watched this and thought it was cute coming from her pet before the Gnome decided to speak up again and begin outlining the job itself.   The slight smirk that came to her face showed that she started to actually think this could definitely be enjoyable.  Was it bad that the thought of how dangerous this was sounding was actually making her want to do this more?  Maybe she was a bit of an adrenaline junkie?  Probably.  The only thing that probably made is sound a little disheartening about this was the fact that it had something do do about demons.  She would avoid actually touching the shards.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Let us hope they surrender once their leader is dead.”</span>she said a bit about the trolls,<span style="color: SeaGreen">“But I don't think trolls are known for running when it seems nothing is going well for them.”</span>Ok, she didn't want to go around slaughtering them anytime soon.  If they gave them no choice though she just hoped she had enough arrows.  She did resist the laught at the high elf obviously making a point he wouldn't enjoy the camp-out that this could become.  Was she gonna have to live through him complaining about sleeping on the dirt and grass.<br/><br/>One of her questions though were asked, and then answered again by the Gnome.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“So the actual test with the bag will happen after we recover the first part?  You certain you can resist the demon's whispering if the bag doesn't work?  I would rather not get abandoned in the middle of nowhere to find my way back to civilization.  That is a hassle I would not enjoy.”</span>though she had no doubt she could get from the middle of nowhere back home just fine.  She had made sure to practice over the eons.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>