The thief’s hooded head slowly tilted itself to the left when she laid her eyes on the beautiful face of the crimson-haired blood elf who had just entered her view. Following the girl’s movements to another side of the room, Chandra’s mind filled with questions, and only a while after the elf had stopped, the thief realized to keep her head straight and not look like she was asleep.<br/><br/>It wasn’t uncommon for Chandra to be among people who weren’t members of the Alliance. After all, she had spent most of her youth prowling the cities of Tanaris, where the blue crest with the golden lion was just as rare a sight as the red banners of the Horde. Yet there was something about the sin’dorei that set her mind unease. Then she took an evaluating look at the draenei and the pandaren, and somehow the slender elf didn’t seem as strange anymore, even in comparison to the heavily armored human girl at the other side of the room. Perhaps it was time to get over with her prejudices, and see if anything good came out of it. It’d have to wait until after the meeting, however, but Chandra still lowered her hood and revealed her short, bobcut hair—which slowly recovered its spiky style—in the hopes of catching the girl’s eye to give her a friendly smirk.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>