While the others filed in Sakeya  was already in the room, arms crossed over her mail armored chest as she awaited whatever it was they were supposed to be here for though she was in no hurry unlike all the others. Her stomach still felt slightly queasy from the trip through the  teleportation device, best not to rush things when you feel like that , after all. It was quite obvious, that unlike most of the women and even the men she had her own share of battle scars though they were most well healed by now in her old age, only a few faint nicks from a blade on her cheek were visible , light blue marring her dark blue complexion. The one scar that was not healed however was oddly enough upon her horns, a geat gash, the mark of an angry blade or perhaps claw having taken a large chunk out of her right horn.<br/><br/>The woman slowly looks around, solid blue eyes taking in all the faces and lingering on the surprising amount of elves and even the troll though she show no hostility despite the old pair of battered Alliance dog tags around her neck, they seemed to be more of a memento anyway by the state of their disrepair. The woman lets some time pass in quiet, holding her goggles up to the light, their strap around her neck , examining the beautiful piece of engineering for faults before sighing and speaking up in Orcish all of all things, and quite fluently, though it appears to be towards her animal companion of all things. “ Already looks to be an interesting evening, Tyberus.” She was clearly baiting something, maybe trying to discern the other’s demeanor? At least races usually associated with the Horde.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>