<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/dSL0vb/Draenei_Mage_Final.jpg)</div><strong>Erelaa Khasri</strong><br/><hr/>Erelaa was an odd one for a Draenei, a fact that didn't bother her for even a moment nor often cross her mind, and as opposed to traditional mounts which required caring for in more detail she instead rode atop a loud and clattering Mechanostrider. Despite it's rather boisterous, boarding on obnoxious, entrance into most situations she found it a rather practical mount. It needn't be fed, it needn't rest, storage was quite simple, and above all she knew a few gnomes whom would take care to ensure it's regular maintenance was handled with the same care in which she offered her studies and books.<br/><br/>Always in pursuit of adventure and knowledge it wasn't remotely unusual for her to find herself swept along by the whims of the various cities of azeroth's questing boards. Those with the potential for any form of ancient knowledge whether magical or cultural she put forth whatever effort she could to follow through. There was a hint of the desire to put herself out there for the greater good in general but truthfully her primary concerns were for her own betterment. Not to say that in the least bit she was heartless her views had simply become quite skewed over the years of war since having arrived upon this planet. This was the reason she now found herself weaving her way through the hot and humid jungles of stranglethorn vale. The trek here was of little difficulty, nothing she'd encountered on her way was all that concerning as wolves and sizable spiders tended not to find much interest in a mechanostrider, and she would soon find herself arriving nearby her destination. From the treeline she watched as a fox scampered about with a troll child, a delightful sight, though she wasn't one to quickly judge any book by it's cover no matter how indulgent it may seem.<br/><br/>Her mount idled beside her, clattering some but recently tuned so quieter than most, as suddenly her form vanished from sight. She cast invisibility and trotted her way to the house, having only so much time to reach her destination before the spell would wear off, and bound up the steps to the door. At the doorway she found an aged troll leaning upon the door frame with a walking stick in hand. She wondered now if the children were his grandchildren. Finding it likely the vaguely unimportant thought was pushed from her mind. She did what she could to slip past him, stepping further into the house, wherein she found a sitting room as her spell wore off. It would be rather sudden, as though she appeared from nowhere, when she came into sight of a pair of elves and a human. Two of which she recognized as those of the alliance, a male night elf and a female human, but the Blood Elf was a bit of a surprise of sorts. That surprise though only lie in her own ability to gaze upon her people's hated enemy with not the slightest bit of contempt.<br/><br/>Offering a light bow to the three assembled, which included a rather large nightsaber, before her she opened her mouth to speak but first heard what was clearly a weary troll voice and the sound of a walking stick thudding against the floor beneath their feet.<br/><br/>"Dat was a bit rude, don't ya think?" The elder troll's voice proclaimed.<br/><br/>She spun about on a hoof and took a much more pronounced bow, her hair nearly falling past her horns, with the expression of a child caught in the act etched into her features. "Sincerest apologies and archenon poros. One can never be too careful. I assure you I'm not here to cause trouble.. rather to solve your troubles instead." Even with her peaceful words a slight chill could be felt if one was near enough to her. While she wished to be helpful it wasn't nearly a wise choice in her mind to be unprepared. Frost mages, like herself, were notoriously slippery.<br/><br/>Elderly as he was the narrowing of his eyes was still obvious enough, a faint nod in understanding of caution was given, though his words were a bit more pointed. "Aye mon. But don't be castin' no more spells n' tinkin I'll just be lettin' ya slide again. We got little ones n' manners here. Now who be ya?"<br/><br/>"My name is Erelaa and as you've guessed I am, indeed, a mage. I've come to assist in settling this heirloom issue you've requested aid with." Her short tail swished behind her, she rather enjoyed trolls despite all the ill will harbored for them within the alliance, as she considered the interesting magics this particular troll might have knowledge in. "A pleasure to meet the lot of you. This should be.. interesting hmm?"<br/><br/>All she got in reply was a nod and a deep sigh as the troll stepped away and she turned to the group. The only other words he offered were perhaps lamenting. "Mages.. don't burn nothin' down." Before he whisked away back to the doorway to await potential further arrivals.<br/><br/>"Well now.." She cleared her throat a bit, hating the humidity of the jungle, before she shrugged softly. "Ogres is it?"