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Nehaalista had felt fairly satisfied that the other three had agreed to speaking (somewhat) peacefully. She did, naturally, harbor doubt about the Death Knight, but that could be rectified easily if that odious, hideous elf chose to bring her weapon.
As she'd promised, in a show of good faith, Nehaalista had entered the sensoriums weaponless. Her hand itched for the weight of her mace and arm ached for the familiar solidarity of her shield. She rubbed her hands together to dispel the wanting, and conjured up a simple stone-walled conference room in the Draenic fashion. Crystals floated above sconces, lending a warm light to the otherwise spartan room.
The conference table was square rather than rectangular - a show that all were equal in this discussion.
Before she'd gone to the bother of putting the post up, Nehaalista had prayed for guidance. Then she cheated a little by conjuring up images of the two elders she trusted enough to press her towards the answer she needed rather than what she wanted. Now, with everything in place, Nehaalista sat down at the table and steepled her fingers together.
As she'd promised, in a show of good faith, Nehaalista had entered the sensoriums weaponless. Her hand itched for the weight of her mace and arm ached for the familiar solidarity of her shield. She rubbed her hands together to dispel the wanting, and conjured up a simple stone-walled conference room in the Draenic fashion. Crystals floated above sconces, lending a warm light to the otherwise spartan room.
The conference table was square rather than rectangular - a show that all were equal in this discussion.
Before she'd gone to the bother of putting the post up, Nehaalista had prayed for guidance. Then she cheated a little by conjuring up images of the two elders she trusted enough to press her towards the answer she needed rather than what she wanted. Now, with everything in place, Nehaalista sat down at the table and steepled her fingers together.