Mora had watched the ghost sabers actions intently, his lean strong body crouching closer as she swung her tail in mid-air far out of reach of the seem to be flirting male. She cringed from the terrible sound the overjoyed elf seemed to make when he entered. Sharing her pain with a glance towards the creature, she knew he found the bard as painfully to hear as well. She didn't like the man already, and the sadistic smile upon her face told the story that he shouldn't be alone in a room with her either. Suddenly she saw the gnome entering the room, and she relaxed a little, hearing everyone's names and professions was quite interesting to do, and much better then the off-key music of the elf. Besides the last time she used common to interact was such a long time ago, she wondered if she would still be able to speak.<br/><br/>She suddenly heard the mention of her being in the room, the hunter had noticed her, as her pet had smelled her scent and followed her to the back. Well, there wasn't any better way to introduce herself, then at that very moment... She jumped gracefully from the balustrades in the middle of the room, crouching with her tail high up in the air to intimidate the ghost saber with a friendly touch. Upon touching his nose with her own she shifted back to her troll shape, stretching her arms and back as she stood there besides the saber. Her long slender fingers were held in front of his nose, to let him recognise her scent, the same that he had smelled from when she was his admirable cat.<br/><br/>She looked bewildered, her armor broken and ripped on many places, stitched together with a very clumsy approach. However if you would look past the rugged look, you could see the light green and white-yellow colours of what seemed to be valorous dreamwalker armor, an armor crafted by highly skilled leatherworkers that only accept tokens of a lost vanquisher.. Her skin was azureblue, she would have gone unnoticed in a clear blue sky. A soft fur crept over her arms and legs, resembling the baby hair of a puppy, showing that she wasn't from the tribes that allied with the horde. Dusting of her armor, and clearing her throat she looked at the gnome with her piercing orange eyes, the feline pupils had never left their former catform shape.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">"Da name be, Mora. Druid."</span>She tied her midriff long jade-green hair together in one big sideways tail, stepping aside against a wall but close to what she find the safest creature in the room. Close to the saber of the hunter, her hand now softly and gently caressing the fur of the animal.<br/><br/>Licking her tusks she looked around the room, seeing if anyone would respond to her being a troll just as they had done to the race of the naga. Her eyes resting for a moment on the large creature, when suddenly her stomach rumbled of hunger again, hearable enough in the silence of the room. That damned fishy smell.. she clenched her fists to try and hide her blushing cheeks, she didn't liked to draw attention to her, and certainly not with body-sounds...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>