Gali looked between Crimzon and Tyrande before letting the sentinel fall back to the earth with a crunch rather than a thud.<span style="color: blue">"My father doesn't matter, he is going to be eaten by a stupid bird and his family protects the bird. Came from... Burning Steep- Steppes. With my mother." </span>She looked down at her tail and coiled it around herself.<span style="color: blue">"Not Troll. Wyrmkin." </span>"Um, while... unconventional, she shows druidic promise, we could keep her here. Maybe train her? I don't know how willing she'd be to learn, but if she is we could probably take her in." Gali looked at Tyrande and her bow before creating a set of daggers that nearly mimicked the weapon. She looked the weapons over then stashed them into her vest.<span style="color: blue">"I don't know what to do with my life, but I want to do something."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>