Walking beside the 'corpse', Zerzan looked like a trolless of icy blue skin, bright red eyes, and a heavy, equally bright red and gold over robe. The sort used to ward off the cold or rain. A cover for his real attire under it,  Even a hood was pulled over his head, long ears pointing out from the slits in it, and a red with gold vein design mask was wrapped over the bottom half of his face. Unlike normal male trolls, he stood upright, with a narrow chest, and was clutching a magis staff of Sin'dorie make... Another illusion.<i>"Eh, ah done be no man fo' dis cloak an daggah bit. Joo just get us dere, and ah get us out, jeah?"</i>Eyes darting first to the chronomancer with slight skeptisism, then to the elf who was acting as both guide and healer, if they needed it.<br/><br/><i>"Joo be knowin dis place bettah den us, where be da best place ta look?"</i>His voice, was oddly soft for a male, with a slight frog in his throat. He hated it, because this only made him seem more feminine, like a sick troll lass. Not the fiery and proud troll wizard he was. He hood at least hid his long hair, and the scarf actually made his palm sized, fish hook shaped tusks seem more prominent, almost bigger... Maybe he should accessorize all his robes with one... Scarf styled masks, from what he saw, was a quickly growing fashion, so why not? And speaking of fashion, and style, he had to agree with the human: This was an impressive place, Carret, was it? The high spires, draping archways. Towering statues of beautiful women and proud men only enhanced the view, it reminded him of Dalaran, only with a different color scheme and a change in the plant life... Not to mention climate... For mid fall, it was a lot hotter then he was expecting...<br/><br/><i>"We be goin ta da Row? Sounds like da meanest place ta start."</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>