<span style="color: purple">"Of course great Aspect.  I would never dream of denying a request from one such as you."</span>Lin responded to the words from the dragon queen while giving a respectful bow to the pair.  She immediately took the staff glowing with emerald light and backed away to allow the others to grab their respective weapons.  As they grab and studied them, she did likewise.  Looking down at the staff she compared  to it to her original one.  The original one was gnarled and twisted.  It looked as if it had been pulled of tree from a deep forest.  The glowing one was twisted along the staff until the top branched out cradle a jagged, raw emerald.  not to mention the strength of the energy of the Dream that radiated from the new staff.<br/><br/>She only realized some of the others were trying to talk to her when she heard the gruff voice of an orc close to her, and that drew her attention up as well and caused her to take an instinctive step back.  Immediately there was a glare at the green skinned man in her amber eyes.  Thankfully the Blood Elf spoke up and took her attention from the Orc.<span style="color: purple">"Indeed."</span>She responded to the elf, agreeing to her assessment of this group's composition.   Though her glare at the Orc would have proved the elf mage right.<span style="color: purple"> "Greetings, I am Linnia Whisperwind.  If you have never met one like me, then I am assuming you have never visited the Cenarion Circle.  We are common there."</span>She commented, though apparently not looking at the Orc other than that first glare.<br/><br/>Her eyes passed over the other two women in the group, both of them were apparently mages.  She would probably have to do a lot of healing over anything else.  The Wogren finally spoke up herself, and yet didn't introduce herself.  She seemed to instead worry about their mission first.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>