Calmly, carefully, Solares removed her helmet and placed it upon the table in front of her. The Wardens delicate Elven features were now visible. The turquoise markings upon her face were complemented by the navy blue hair that she kept quite short so that it was non-intrusive. The Warden had remained emotionless the whole time Melody spoke and asked questions, she merely served herself Drogbar Style Salmon and commenced to slice the fish into bite size pieces which she would then eat. 

It would have appeared that she was completely ignoring the monk but when the Forsaken had finished her wave of relentless questions and criticism, Solares responded in full. [color=00aeef]"I spoke to Khadgar recently and requested that he give me the name and location of a well skilled Monk that he knew of. There's no way in the name of Elune that it's you, or Khadgar has a dark sense of humor that I do not understand nor appreciate in the slightest. Luckily for all of us, you are not required to be here. If you would like to take your leave and return to your Dark Lady then you are free to do so, immediately."[/color] 

Solares took another bite of salmon and once she had swallowed, she continued to speak. [color=00aeef]"If you decide to stay with us, you need to understand that this is not a game called let's see how much we can anger the Wardens inside of their Stronghold. If it was I would have informed you that first place was returning to your Dark Lady as a pile of ashes inside of a box. I am not here to answer your questions or respond to your criticism. You are not here to ask or say such things. The sooner you understand this, the better. So now you must make a choice, can you follow my orders and obey the rules without question or will you take your leave and return to your Warchief?"[/color]

[i]All of this was said in a calm, monotone voice that came from Soalres's emotionless face. [/i]

Nesalla gripped onto the hilt of her blade tightly and Solares kept herself on high alert, even the other Wardens in the room seemed to tense and ready themselves for a fight if it came to that, which it hopefully wouldn't.