The Night Elf looked with large eyes as her Worgen companion freed the Tauren from his shackles. Even tough her kind had lived in the same continents as the Tauren, rarely had she ever seen one in her travels. And most of the time they would attack her on account of their respective alligiances. Still she had to admire his raw beauty. The Night Elfs often admire the Taruen's ability to be one with nature the way only they seem to be able to accomplish. As they walked outside into the moonlight she looked softly to the Orc as she began to carelessly strip parts of her armor off. She too had a form of natural beauty to her.<br/><br/>"The way I see it" Melhora spoke softly once the group had assembled outside the dungeon. "We all deserve to rest for the night, despite which side we may belong to. I think we have earned that trust" she added as she gently patted the Orc on the shoulder.