"Tyrande, hm?" The 'orc' seemed to pout in an oddly cute manner for 'him', while thinking of the image. After a moment's pause, the mage giggled. "Well, hmmm... I don't know how -all- of her looks like, but here goes..." Once again taking the swig of the bottle and muttering a few hidden words under their breath, the figure in front of him changed, twisted under the swirls of blue magic..<br/><br/>And when the swirls cleared, he was staring at the face of Tyrande herself. A beautiful, full-figured night elf priestess with skin of a soft purple hue, long, flowing teal locks that framed her full lips, cascading down her bared shoulders, wearing an intricate ceremonial dress indicative of her stature as a high priestess of Elune, tailored of mooncloth and decorated with feathers and silver. She crossed her long legs over one another, a smirk crossing her lips as she rested an elbow on the counter and her cheek into her hand, staring at the orc. "Well..what would you ask of a priestess of Elune, orc?" She mused, her voice even matching that of the kaldorei leader.<br/><br/>Thankfully, there seemed to be a lack of kaldorei actually around to attack her for insulting the very image of their leader, at least for now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>