Name: Malanorea<br/>Age: 13,000+<br/>Race, Gender: Draenei Female<br/>Class, Affiliation: Shaman of the Earthen Ring<br/><br/>The draenei woman awoke in what might be the morning in her small tent in Tirisfal, poking her head out to see that her companion wasn't up yet. She donned a simple robe, choosing to forgo undergarments as she wandered out, lighting a fire and starting to meditate, trying to calm herself before she went with her troll companion into the Ruins of Lordaeron for her new assignment: representing the Earthen Ring to the Forsaken of the Undercity. She was apprehensive, to say the least, as wasn't typically part of her nature. She was a friendly woman, but knew that even one person giving her a smile here would be a blessing. She was still learning Gutterspeak, but was sure her knowledge of Orcish would be good enough to communicate while she was here. All these thoughts and more, especially of her friends in the Alliance, swam through her head as she sat by the fire, her eyes closed, seeking the aid of the spirits until she felt her fears quelled, her confidence rise until she opened her eyes with a smile, got up and went back to her tent to prepare for the day.<br/><br/>She removed and packed up the robe, bending and twisting to work within the small tent with her height, her perky rump waving about as her tail reached back to seal the clasp to the tent flap while she got her armor out, smiling at a picture of some of her friends, then packing it away with her bedroll and robes and dresses. She then started slipping into her mail pants, wiggling a bit, poking her tail through the necessary hole as she fastened her pants and belt, still going without undergarments as the pants held snug to her lower body. She then pulled on her mail chestpiece, beautifully crafted and perfectly fitted, supporting her lovely breasts comfortably. "Teilah truly is a wonderful crafter. I'll have to bring back something special for her," she thought as she wiggled, getting her clothes positioned on her just right, then pulled on her bracers, gloves, and "boots." She stepped out to pack up her tent, rolling it up with her pack before slipping on her all-important tabard signifying her as a diplomatic representative, then sat back by the fire to wait patiently for her companion to wake up.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>