Name: Jara<br/>Race: Troll<br/>Class: Druid<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Level: 79 (I don't like entering a battleground unless I outlevel most people ^^)<br/><br/>Running down from the church that the horde forces were always teleported to to start off with Jara made her way for the farm, naturally to check up on things and make sure some person wasn't letting the flag get captured with their back turned. After a quick run in her travel form she shifted back out and sidled up to beside Vanylle. If anything she was an inch or two short for a troll, though the skintight leather she was poured into more than made up for any height issues. Curves in the right places and small, dainty tusks at the corners of her mouth made her seem as cute as a troll could be. "Ho dere elfie, anytink hap'nin?" She offered a toothy grin up at the warrioress, fiddling with one of the beads in her hair. While the focus on polite conversation could be considered a bad idea when she should be watching for attacks, the seasoned armor she wore said she was anything but inept in battle. The rich purple and dark green of her leather, if alittle old, denoted her as a healer, and a capable one at that in these situations.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>