<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/dSL0vb/Draenei_Mage_Final.jpg)</div><strong>Erelaa Khasri</strong><br/><hr/>The addition of a Demon Hunter was perhaps the most intriguing of those present. While she had seen them throughout the war against the legion there wasn't exactly much time to interact with them. On the other hand she felt herself fortunate not to have encountered very many as they seemed very much to be quite dangerous to a mage. One of the few capable creatures of seeing through a mage's most instrumental escape technique being invisibility amongst the astral plane. Under most circumstances that fact was all but irrelevant to her. However upon the mention of the supposed heirloom's true purposes that fact quickly became much more consequential. She found it fortunate that rogues had such horrendously shady reputation when dealing with valuables.<br/><br/>The subtle flicker of peaked interest in the soft glow of her eyes would have come and went unnoticed to most. Ironically the one most likely to take notice would be the only one seemingly not distracted by the rogue, the rogue herself, but perhaps that could be worked to her advantage should it be so. What simpleton would sacrifice the chance to commune with an old god? The possibility to harness it's powers for oneself? And for a measly 400 gold? A taboo perhaps among mages, often craven for such tremendous powers while throwing caution to the wind for the potential ramifications, but so far as she was concerned those who'd tried and failed before her simply weren't her. She would surely take much more measured steps..<br/><br/>As the night elf breezed over the task with a degree of excitement enough to misconstrue some of what the troll was saying she snapped more so into the present than allowing herself to delve down the rabbit hole of her insatiable desires for knowledge and power. As the rather ecstatic hunter commented on her ability to conjure food she simply replied with a soft smile and a nod. Stepping toward the table she took note of the serving tray, pouring pitcher, and general dining wares which were likely set in place either because their troll host intended to feed them or simply kept the dining area tidy and prepared. As if to prove the point she leaned over the table and traced the tip of her index finger upon the rim of the serving tray and pouring pitcher respectively. Twice she encircled either as a faint arcane glow emitted from those fingertips. In a magnificent flash the tray was occupied by a pile of warm biscuits and the pitcher a shimmering arcane infused water.<br/><br/>Such things were a novelty to a well practiced mage, one of the first spells they learned really, and was a rather mindless gesture to her. Her tail wrapped around the back of one of the free chairs and slid it further from the table as she slid down to take a seat. Dainty fingers curled around the handle of the pouring pitcher and a thin sheen of frost glazed it's surface. Chilling the beverage to her preference before she filled one of the glasses. Her attention shifted between her four newfound companions and she offered a polite nod toward the old troll. "Help yourself, of course." With a single sip of her own drink she wondered how interested the two Sindorei would receive the bounty before them. It was commonly known blood elves favored the arcane a great deal, often to the point of their own self ruin, but such a minor indulgence shouldn't be an issue. "To newfound compatriots."<br/><br/>Again she smiled, this time much more friendly rather than faint, and crossed one leg over the other as her tail swished behind her. "Now.. on to business. It seems... with all due respect.. a bit ill-advised to retain such a potentially disastrous trinket without some form of magical barrier or perhaps a formidable guardian. Something to consider.." While meant to throw off any inclination of her own interest in the matter she wasn't wrong. For an elderly troll to be guiding the key to unleashing one such as Hakkar upon Azeroth once more seemed a fools errand." Her thick draenic accent and composed tone would do well to express that she meant no offense and her words were as such that she could likely be taken seriously. "With that said.. would it not be best that the heirloom then be retained instead by the mages of the Kirin Tor?"<br/><br/>Thus far she paid little heed to neither Sunburst nor Doomy. Despite the fact that she rather enjoyed well trained hunters pets, especially those of the furry sort, she suspected she would have more time and interest at another point when such dire matters were less inconveniencing. Both seemed much like pet dogs of their own sort. Such made sense of Sunburst but Doomy seemed a peculiar nightsaber. She'd like to spend time with either should the future permit it. At least study their behaviors and determine their value for herself. She loved knowing things.