Clawina: *snorts as she watches the warchief leave the room. She then begins to follow him. If the elf were to still hold onto her tail, she’d just ignore him and drag him along with her as she moves*
Seferia: *opens up her eyes* So, you think this “Dalaran” place would be better than our ship? *she waves her hand toward the ship in the near distance. Being meant for diplomatic missions, it is a decent sized shuttle with a meeting room and a kitchen. It also has a few living area rooms*