Sakeya watched yet another Blood Elf make her entrance, the Draenic huntress raising her azure eyebrow before looking at the goblin and listening to their exchange as cogwheels turned in her head not unlike the great gnomish contraptions she so enjoyed. It all made perfect sense after he did indeed claim that he was the Baron and his task was unsurprising in the least. Dealing with Naga in old ruins? She’d had fair fair share of killing them when she served in Draenor under the Alliance and when allied with the Old Gods and once, The Legion they made fairly formidable prey and were no doubt looking for something magic if they wanted to spend so long in the open.<br/><br/>The Draenei stands, all  two meters of her tall and proud as she wanders over the table to look at the map. She doesn’t care who she has to peer over or if she offends anyone, things were different when you were taller than nearly everyone in a room. “Do you have no idea what or who the leader is?’ The Draenei directed towards the Baron, shrugging her shoulders, the hawk upon them looking unsettled for a moment. “What if they have pets made of Faceless Ones or their leader is a powerful sorceress ?”<br/><br/>The old Eredar spoke as if she had lots of experience in general, her scarred horn and old ,batered dogtags more than speaking for it. “I admit most of my dealings are with killing the Legion but they once allied with them.” Sakeya looks to the rest of the people in the room, sizing them up again before looking back at the map. She’d never been to Stranglethorn.. and now she had to kill Naga to make her wage. This was going to be fun.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>