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[anaralahbelore]

[ The device clicks on, and the woman seems composed, one hand holding on to her crown of rowan thorns, the other clearly holding onto the phone-like gadget. She's scrutinizing it, scarlet eyes glowing in the darkness surrounding her within the forest. ] Strange. Of Goblin make, I wonder. And this.. [ Her voice echoes with an otherworld quality,

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[breakin_ur_lore]

[Okay now that all the Hordies have greeted her, let's say Med'an's figured out who she is. And he...has no idea what to say to her. He didn't really like Undercity, honestly, although he was glad for the opportunity to see it. And he has the feeling that Sylvanas is the less tolerant of the Horde leaders - although if you think about it, most of her subjects were technically human...alright, let's try speaking up.]

My lady?

[anaralahbelore]

Yes? [ She gives him a quick side glance through the device. Seems she's working her way on the path towards the village now. ]

[breakin_ur_lore]

Welcome to Demeleier. Do you....need any help?

[anaralahbelore]

No.

[shamagaladin]

[Scary....]

Do you have any iron on you?