Her face had turned grim of the knowledge of facing the dreaded Trolls of stranglethorn vale. She was well aware of their presence there, having spent many years among the wildlife of that jungle, the most expensive and valuable plants were to be found there, and she had always loved the humid weather and the dangerous animals. One of her many talents was, despite the aggressive nature of most of the wildlife, she could soothe an animals mind. Communicate with them on a primal basis if she was shapeshifted. They respected her, as she respected nature...<br/><br/>She kept quiet though, there was no need to tell her own restraints about killing off her race, eventhough they were cannibalistic monsters. After being occupied with the friendly questions towards the human she started combing her hair with her long fingernails, hiding her insecurity about her own idea of the the Bloodscalp and Skullsplitter trolls.. She wondered if Kneekapper knew which tribe he needed..<br/><span style="color: Sienna"><br/>
"Me know my way to tha jungle, if ya need guide, me can help ya wherever ya want.." She coughed softly, her voice soft and barely hearable, but she had said her part. </span><br/><br/>Returning back into the shadows against the wall she avoided eye-contact with the little gnome. She wondered if he would trust a troll, a person from the opposite faction. One of the reasons she had sneaked into the inn was to avoid the fight around her presence, something she thought the Naga had to deal with on a daily basis. Yes shapeshifting was one of her most beloved practises.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>