[color=9e0b0f][h1]Eslea[/h1][/color]

Eslea gripped the creature's ([@Whimsley]) hand firmly, but not too hard. She didn't know how strong this thing could be, and she did not intend to hurt it. Right now at least. 

The word [i]cambion[/i] struck a cord in her, and she wasn't quiet sure why. She had heard the term before in the orphanage, when she would sneak out late at night and roam the halls as a small child, looking for Mother J'ikairah. Eslea would cross over near the entrance to her office and hear her whisper strange words of betrayal and dishonesty to Sister Akilah, and of the cambion serpant. 

Eslea accepts the seat offered to her, her curiosity peaking. "My name is Eslea. I do not come from this place, but from Incarta. The Great War between the humans and dryads against the night elves still reigns. I left to avoid conflict."

Eslea stares briefly at the thing ([@The One]) called Pozuzy before realizing that it's a sin demon. She tries to suppress the urge to slay it; the dryads always taught her not to immediately kill without reason, the only exception being demons. 

But she is no longer with the dryads, and she is in another's home. The dryads also taught her manners as well.

[color=0072bc][h1]Katerina[/h1][/color]

Katerina grinned wildly at the orc ([@The One]), her amusement pushing a laugh up her throat, but she knew better than to disrespect him in such a way. "I am Katerina. I come from a far away place called the Grove. Ever been there? It's a beautiful place filled with stinking and malicious rats." She orders herself another drink, but is cautious of how much she sips at a time. As was said before, she knows almost nothing of orc culture, except for the fact that they love war and gore.