Zael walked through a hallway and came upon another room. Then, she noticed a night elf come out of a puff of smoke. She brought her hands to her daggers, looking at him carefully. He was a nice looking elf specimen, strong and obviously free willed, much more her type. She might just decide to break him down. She gave him a devious smile and commented casually "Well, seems this dungeon be having all races. Even the enemy..."<br/>