After giving the shocked crowd a long moment to put their weapons away, mill about, and file out, the purple haired girl sagged back down into her chair with a slow gasp.  "That was a Solar..." she whispered.  "I've scene a death knight before, but never a solar anathema.  That poor man..."<br/><br/>With a deep sight, she turned to the blue skinned girl, punched her boldly in the shoulder and offered, "Come on.  I don't know about you, but I need a smoke after that."