((I hope it is okay if I come back. So far I know of three people that are okay with it. If I'm not allowed I'll just delete.<br/><br/>And, bear with me...I won't be able to read all the other posts so I skimmed a few. I hope I don't confuse anybody.))<br/><br/>Ruhzelil just sat and watched all the people around her. This was most certainly a rather unique gathering, even more unique than the groups that made up the Argent Crusade or the Earthen Ring. For one, she never remembered any of them having a Naga. And a bender of nature? What was that to mean? Druid? Shaman? But his appeal, she would have to say that he would be a Shaman. If so, she supposed that would be rather lovely. Least that could open a few conversations they could probably enjoy.<br/><br/>And it wasn't very common that she worked with Death Knights, so this Erma character held a bit of interest as well. And Gnomes weren't common either amongst Ruhzelil's background, truly this would be a nice new experience for the budding Shaman. And it was nice to get some diversity every so often. She would be glad to not miss out on this.<br/><br/>She had introduced herself as she was...A gifted healer among the Shamans of the Earthen Ring named Ruhzelil. Draenei usually had names so unique, the common practice to use more than one name was never needed. And hearing from the others with their names, it would be somewhat complicated. Oh well, she was slowly getting use to the ways here.<br/><br/>And hearing of the mission was something else. Going to Stranglethorn? She had heard tales of the arenas, the dangerous wildlife, the corrupted Venture Co. workings, the massive Troll problem...and all sorts of other things. It was both frightening and exciting.<br/><br/>Ruhzelil would say something, but she was shy around most people...and certainly around people of races that she wouldn't normally talk to. And while Miss Erma was a Human, Death Knights were practically races of their own...unique from everyone else except among each other.<br/><br/>She sighed as she just leaned into her chair and looked around, wondering if all that was present would come along. Instinctively, whenever she got nervous...she reached to her waist and pulled out one of her ritualistic totems. It was the one with the Draenic symbol for 'Spirit'. She brought it to her face and closed her eyes as she quietly mouthed a prayer to keep her wits about her and then kissed the totem.<br/><br/>With a slightly better feel about herself, she brought the totem back to her waist and attached it to her sash. She looked back up at the others, feeling a bit more confident,<span style="color: red">"So, Miztur Kneekaver...I assume zhat all iz vlanned and in zhe vaitink fur us? I am a little excited avout zhis adventure...veizher or not ve gain treasures."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>