Her eyes were tearing from the blossom that seemed to be sticking everywhere. Her whole hair was filled with the pedals, small rosery colours between the long blonde strands. When the door banged she immiadly held her hand close to her mouth, preventing any of the air to breathe in, but somehow failed to protect herself completely. Looking at the maguc, she plucked out the petals of her hair and underneath her mask as well. She had almost lost her balance, but one small hand holding her up against the banisters was how she braced herself against the chaos.<br/><br/>"I'm afraid that I have no clue.. But those goblins are definetly going to tell us what they know" She grinded her teeth as she stood right up, following the mage towards the green merchants.<br/><br/>She looked at every movement the mage made, when suddenly a strange feeling overcame her. She quickly discarded it, shaking her head of her foolish thoughts and continuing to glare at the goblins. Pulling of her gauntlets, a dozen of petals suddenly fell on the ground the minute she glided her soft hands out of the plated gloves.<i> By the light!, was this stuff seriously everywhere?</i><br/>She looked at the goblins, and bit her lip before sparkling some light between her fingers. She was threatening the green monsters, hoping they would tell what they knew, before she laid an eye on the black book on the table. Without paying attention to the protests and muttering words of the three surrounding it, she picked it up and went quickly trough the pages. "Mage... I think we have a problem, if what just happened means that they build this..." She held up a page in the book, showing a illustration of a flying device. Building instructions and notes were scrabbled on the sides of the paper, all goblin engineering instructions. "They made a hurricane machine, and these passionate petals are their biochemic weapon...." She sneezed, a small petal shooting out of her nose, fluttering slowly down to the ground, unwillingly emphasizing the seriousness of her words. She looked quite flushed as well, uneasy on her feet and gradually losing her commanding posture.<br/>"We need to know who paid them to have this chaos spread over stormwind, and why..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>