Unsure of her purpose at this gathering Vynalas huffed angrily at the assortment of Horde scattered around the barracks.  She hadn't enjoyed the trip across the sea on the transport from Stormwind, and to find she had to share alliance territory with 'peaceful' horde warriors was something that just bit at her somewhere deep inside.  She had received a request from SI:7 to attend the conference to see if SI:7's interests could be watched over during the negotiations.  She didn't know why SI:7 wanted her to help.  They knew her position on the Horde, how they had butchered her parents and everyone close to her.  How they have constantly been a source of pain and annoyance to her very existence.  On the bright side though, there was a promise of a large grant from SI:7 in Stormwind if something fruitful came of the action, so she agreed.<br/><br/>Pulling her studded leather corset down in order to straighten it, Vynalas lurked around the edge of the reception area.  She watched the many party goers with suspicion and caution as was her nature.  Not trusting anyone until they proved they were trust worthy.<br/><br/><em>[Spot check = 9 Read lips of assorted conversations. Spot check = 20 for anything out of the ordinary.]</em><br/>