The elf that entered just plain drew attention from anyone and everyone, first making her and her saber cringe at the high note from his instrument.  Her first thought though at his introduction was 'What a ham.  He really an elf?'  and she held in her snicker at him.  Was he really that much of a showboat usually?  It would make him useless in a fight most likely.  Of course any nice look she had seemed to go down to neutral when he sat next to the naga.<br/><br/>Noma though, Tygrane didn't even notice until she noticed Chishio's ears perk up, and his head swivel to a shape that moved through the door.  Interesting, another big cat in the room, at least that is what she through before turning back to the group.  The Ghost saber though on the other hand moved to his feet and padded over to just outside of striking distance of the troll in cat form.  Of course the ghost saber didn't really know that, she smelled like a female cat, and he was investigating as he stood there watching her from where she sat.  his eyes never left hers, you never take your eyes off another predator.<br/><br/>Tygrane just smiled a little evilly at the gnome's comment about stories of the past.  Yes, it was a portion of her race that had been guilty of opening the portal in the well.  But he didn't seem to know what had happened to the followers of Azhara that were guilty.  She was glaring at one of the descendants of a highborn Kaldorei, the Naga.  They were considered traitors for their actions those eons ago along with the Satyrs.<span style="color: Green">“Stories are nice, and gentle compared to what those that lived it can tell you.  Do not think you know everything just because you know some stories.”</span>Past that she fell silent, drinking her wine.<br/><br/>She wasn't going to mention though that that what most considered ancient history was just the beginning of her hatred, the reason she desired to kill most Naga were much more recent.  Her young family that came around after the Druids awoke again.  The wine in her helped her keep the memories of what she saw that day after returning to her home at bay, and kept her from beginning to cry.  Instead she just focused on the newcomers, and studying their 'boss'.  For a gnome, he actually looked a bit like he could handle himself in an actual fight.  His size just gave him another advantage.<br/><br/>Ok, the mention of a lot of gold wiped the evil off her smile, and showed she liked the thought of the money quite a bit.  Ok, she could hold off killing the naga for a while, though she would definitely take the first chance she could to put an arrow through his skull.  Instead she raised her glass of wine for her introduction.<span style="color: Green">“Tygrane Moonhaze, a markswoman in the Silverwing Sentinels.  Hoping to enjoy a bit of an adventure, and the gold would be really nice too.  Never hurts to put more in the bank.”</span>she said, thought the glance she shot the nage showed she hoped she got a chance to kill him too.<span style="color: Green">“and my friend over there trying to flirt with the other cat, or should I say druid, is Chishio, a ghost saber I found in Northrend.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>