Mora kneeled down  before the saber, as it began to ate his price. She couldn't stop giggling about the rogue lying on his back on the floor as the two glared at each other, and giving the saber a soft crawl behind his ears, almost as if she rewarded him for the fantastic show he had put up to make her smile.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">"Seems you aren't going to win from the sabertooth, rogue" </span>She whispered softly in Zandali, while chuckling heartedly at the two rivals.<br/><br/>Standing back up, she stretched her back and made a soft popping sound as she cracked her fingers one by one. Her eyes went trough the room, inspecting each and every one of the partners she was going to spend a long time with. Looking up at the grinning Hunter, she guessed she would have a great time with the woman. Especially since she has trained such a wonderful animal, with great character. With a slight nod and an amused grin she looked towards Tygrane, before darting her eyes back at the cat that was lying beneath her feet.<br/><br/>Then the naga, she had fought many of his kind in the jungles of stranglethorn. The lived amongst the shore, and were particularly hard to kill. She wondered where he belonged, and if it would become a problem when they faced a bunch of bloodthirsty fish people. Only time will tell, as she gazed her eyes over his slithering form, her stomach rumbling once more of the fishy smell he gave off.<br/><br/><i>I really need something to eat... Ugh</i><br/><br/>Rubbing her stomach with her hands she looked further at what seemed to be an high elf. She had never seen his kind before, almost just as tall as a nightelf, but coloured like the bloodelfs he surely looked interesting. Weren't it for his horrid instrument that made her ears pop of pain a few moments before. She wondered if he could do more then just play off-key notes on a useless instrument.<br/><br/>She was curious about the deathknight, she had never actually worked closely with one before. Being a druid taught her that every living thing is worth her sympathy and time, so she is never prejudiced against a person, living, dead, or undead.. Still she wondered what the human was capable of in her new form, knowing the lich king is a very powerful man. He would only choose the most powerful living to join his army of the death, and then only the most willed and powerful people would be able to break free from his grasp. At least that is what she thought of it...<br/><br/>Looking back at the little but heavily armoured gnome, she couldn't help but grin. He seemed to be a very experienced and capable person in all of this. She felt somewhat at ease knowing that he would lead the whole group towards the riches, even having thought of an enchanted bag to put the shards in. He was smart and cunning,<i> but she could be smarter if needed....</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>