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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.

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Nehaalista wasn't so sure how much she trusted the death knight's statement, but kept that to herself. She'd just have to keep an extra watchful eye on her. As for the Tauren, it was much easier to trust a voice that was connected to a pulse.

[Well and good. Are we in agreement about whatever newcomers show up in our time here? That we include them too under this truce, even if your Warchief or Varian Wrynn show up?]

"Again, as long as no tries to attack me first." Cowabunga answered evenly. "If someone tries to stab me in the face, I reserve the right to beat the crap out of them for trying."

"I highly doubt Thrall will be the problem," Seviilia commented wryly with a smirk. "Last I recall, our Warchief was a rather diplomatic fellow. For an orc."

She waved a hand passively. "I have no qualm."

"Light knows we'd likely have to bind and gag Wrynn if he were to appear here," Choline said a bit sardonically. "If it comes to that, I'll do it."

"Same with Garrosh if he shows," The Tauren added. "Guy's an angry, loud idiot, and Earth Mother help us if there's any truth to those rumors about him being next in line to become Warchief."

Nehaalista seemed satisfied to let the others talk for now, discussing plans for their appropriate leaders. Still she did pipe up, [I promise there will be no issues with Prophet Velen.]

He was well over the 25,000 mark, after all, and had mostly left the art of war to younger draenei (though if she thought about her favorite old men... "younger" was only relative).

"The Reagent Lord has been rather useless, so I don't expect there will be any issues with him," she added quietly, eyes closing. She hadn't been alive for the fall of Prince Kael'thas, or to witness the deeds he committed against Silvermoon's Quel'dorei as a whole, but she had heard plenty of stories. It hurt her skull to think about.

"And the Highlord, in turn," she amended, eyes slowly sliding open again. Darion wasn't quite the renegade Sylvanas was, and now with the demise of the Lich King, she could see no reason why he would wish any trouble upon those who had assisted in his demise.