Kalania looked at the shorter person in front of her. She was taller than many kaldorei and humans were shorter than all kaldorei so it was ahmm strange to say the least. She felt so big among the other races. As the man began talking, Kalania tilted her head at his view of the kaldorei and their allies. Once again it was strange to hear it described like that, sure they were allies with the kaldorei, but the way Hallam put it, made it sound almost funny. Even his description of where they resided was funny, so she let a smile appear on her face.

 [color=39b54a][b]“Well I do know my way around herbs and can make mixtures of many kinds, kind of comes with the birth.”[/b][/color] The dryad said with happy melodic voice and a giggle.[color=39b54a][b]” Thing is that I don't use poisons I make though.”[/b][/color] She stated and pulled one of her spears from the quiver. The she brought the edge forward so Hallam can see it clearly. The blade was now coated with a very distinctive sheen.[color=39b54a][b]” We dryads are magical in nature. We descend from Cenarius. Because of our nature, poison coats each of our weapons naturally the moment we take grip of it. It's a special poison too, it affects almost everything organic, even some demons and undead.”[/b][/color] She said with a smile, putting the spear away.[color=39b54a][b]” I tested it at Hyjal...”[/b][/color] She said with a grim face, remembering the horrors that she saw back then.

  [color=39b54a][b]“Anyway... I got sidetracked by memories...”[/b][/color] She said, slightly bending over the table to check what the man had at his disposal.[color=39b54a][b]” So what exactly are you looking to make with those herbs?”[/b][/color]