[ Elian ]
at a guild hall in Shebar
Elian quickly joined the group chat. She couldn't hide a grin at Goibniu's efforts to stay in character. He played gruff, but he was definitely eager. "Ooh, you squishy," she said, once she saw his rank and level. "I can help a little with that -- got a nice buff that grants HP based on my level, but we probably shouldn't go above rank C for questing."
When Rathello turned up, Elian brightened. It was always good to have friends along. "Hey, you big blue bastard! How the hell are ya?!" she said. "I can vouch for this guy, he's a good tank. Knows what he's doing, and stays where I can heal him," she added for Goibniu's benefit.
Claudia was an interesting one. She seemed to be keeping in character too. "Ocren is fine by me. I go where the wind takes me, so I'm up for just about anything," Elian said. "We should keep in mind that Goibniu is super squishy, though. A stiff wind will kill him right now. We need somewhere he won't die to a stray hit. I can't work miracles."
Two others asked to join their party, a ranger and a death knight. "I'm good with taking both along. Six is a good party size," she said in group chat.
------
It was by boat to Mogora, then on horseback to the temple. Elian chatted cheerfully with her fellow partymates along the way, eager to get to know them better. She also hit Goibniu (and the rest of the party) with a preemptive buff to HP. "Just so you don't keel over and die," she told the sphynx with a grin. "It lasts a couple hours, so I'll recast it once we get closer to the temple."
When they reached their destination, Elian tied her horse to a tree, and marked the location for teleport in case of death. Not that she expected to die -- this should be smooth sailing for their current party composition! But it was an ingrained habit, so she did it.
"Alright, gather round. Let's get our long-lasting buffs up, and then head in!"