Serga leaned against the south wall near the goblin caterers were set up, in easy reach of good food and out of the way of everyone else. On her shoulder sat a golden eagle eating what looked like a squirrel. She scowled towards the dance floor. She knew some people considered the gentle swaying everyone was doing, like the wind tossed grass of Mulgore, to be dancing but the beat of the music was too slow for Serga's liking. She definitely preferred the drum battles of the Tauren festivals.<br/><br/>She took up a passing goblin on the offer of more ale as she snagged some food from the table. At least they had a lot of food. She looked over the crowd as she enjoyed some rather tasty cheese wondering if Thrall's and Proudmoore's plan to create cooperation would work, and if the other member's of her group were around. She recalled Thrall saying they were all invited to this little party.