"A healer," he called out, as loud as he could, which wasn't much above common talking volume. Though now close enough to clearly see the troll, orc and draenei. "She requires, a healer..." Gently lifting, then lowering back to the original holding position the priestess in his arms. She was draped over with one of his oversized claoks, though he clearly had plenty more still hanging from his body, masking his armor, head and legs. A few locks of scragly purple hair hanging from within the hood's depths. The gloves holding her were fingerless, showing bone digits which had been filed down into genuine daggers.<br/><br/>His weapons were not in sight, and while holding her prone form, he clearly could not draw them to defend himself, even if he wanted to. Or so he hoped they would think. And the both of them looked like they had been in the slimes of Undercity itself! His piercing, ghostlight eyes honing with an almost challenging nature as he turned that soul seeing gaze from one Earthen Ring member to the next...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>