What does your character think of the above poster?

"Clearly, the Light must be uncertain about the Alliance. Accepting the void-cursed exiles of Silvermoon into their ranks? Heretical. For the Lightforged to join this dark Alliance is sacrilegious. You may regard the Blood Knights as sinful for acting against the naaru and siphoning the powers of M'uru, but we have been on a path of betterment. These blades of the Light should know better, lest the Light condemns you."
Da Sin'doe be tryin' ta talk wi' o' demon goat. Seem like she like ta waste time.

Womon, ja wan' da mons skull o' nah? Less talk talk more bash bash.
Well... She's got a very puntable face!
And I'm afraid that if you are going to try and attack that dear draenei over there..

I might just have to burn your body to ashes, and throw them into Blackrock Mountain..!

Jaffenson laughs maliciously
*Dhelia's ears flicker lightly as they caught onto the maniacal laughter that could probably be heard from miles away. Visibly peeved, she turned her visage to rest upon the being.*

"I find it rather quaint that -you- should show an ounce of care if another was preyed upon."

*She wafts her hand before her nose, as if the defiling aura of fel had oozed with an almost physically nauseating smell.*

"Perhaps such a situation should merely be your excuse to see an opportunity to cause unneeded disorder?"

*She scoffs, questioning herself as to why she had even been in an area where it was a possibility to run into such cretin in the first place.*
"I do not know this specific kaldorei. But going by her assemble I estimate her to be a druid. A calling that receives less respect and awareness than it deserves among too many races. Because what is more important than the well being of our world? A conviction I share, albeit my methods differ greatly. To be able to help our world in the best way possible we need to understand all aspects of it. Including its threats."
"I've seen her around a few times. She really seems to have a good head on her shoulders. I'm sure there's plenty we'll disagree on and we'll probably end up hating each other over some minor difference, but until then, I like her. And hey, I can get behind knowing your enemy. Spent too much time behind enemy lines not to appreciate the value of understanding the things that want to kill you."
*Dhelia turns to meet eyes with Nimirah. Her expression turned into a mixture of surprise and skepticism; forming a look of uncertainty.*

"Your views upon the arts of the ancient practice honours me, sin'dorei. Although, I shall be honest to say I remain doubtful of your approach. While your intentions may be of good, should the existence of fel-bending truly prevail in the end?"

*Dhelia furrows her brow, studying the elven lady with an appearance of concern.*

*She continues-* "In the end, when the world has been stripped of evil and those who seek harm upon it, what shall come of those who have strayed too far in the development of... vile prowess?"

*Dhelia trails her eyes from Nimirah to the obviously demented Jaffenson, gesturing towards the man.*

"A vicious cycle, if you ask me. The madness and hunger could even get to those with a clear mind."

*Dhelia looks back at the blood elf with inquisitivity. By the tone of the kaldorei's voice, it had probably been obvious that she was merely curious to know of Nimirah's view on the matter."

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(EDIT: Sorry, Talraea, seems you were quicker to respond to Nimirah than I was!)
*looks at Talraea and Dhelia*

Hm. Hrmph. Well...

*sighs*

Fairly sure they're t' reason ah drink.

Well, one reason.
*Dhelia chuckles dryly at the dwarf's remark, shaking her head.*

"Some drink to forget the existence of the problems of this world, whilst others see it fit to mend it."
''Any type of magic can be used for good.... Be it the arcane or fel... Some types of magic have just earned a little bit more of infamy, because of it's abusers... I'm sad to say that the last few days.. I... Might have even been one of those abusers''
Jaffenson looks to the distance
''What I guess I am trying to say is, that... No type of magic is truly more chaotic than others...''
A text-crystal example of the dangers of the fel and shadow, even to races far less powerful than the eredar. He seems to have become maniacal and power-hungry, both dangerous traits. Despite his claims of chaotic magic, the Light is more ordered than the fel and void ever were.
''You can't possibly act that there hasen't ever been and will be abusers of the possibly unlimited powers of the Light.''
Jaffenson sighs
''However I know how.. an extreme worshipper of the light, such as yourself, may think that the forces of the fel and the void are more chaotic forces than the forces of the light...''
Jaffenson chuckles, then sighs
''We of all of the people in Azeroth shouldn't be arguing about this... We need an outsider's opinion...''
He's crazier than I am. And that's sayin' somethin'!
A prime example of why those dabbling in... darker arts, yes, let's put it that way for now, have the reputation they do.

E: Too slow, so the following is for Nex.

Another individual of the... ahem, aforementioned arts. Self-aware, if anything. That's good. Without spending a moment to examine this one I can't say anything further, Goblins are a very... inconsistent lot so I can't even make any broad strokes that are probably accurate.
"She looks like someone who kills people for coin or steals from them. Would I be wrong to assume you're from Murder Row, cousin? That being said, I don't mind her "careeer" she's probably pursuing. If she's a fun, decent person off her working hours I could become friends with her."
"I pray that she finds the light, or that the light finds her. Any follower of Dar'khan Drathir's teachings is undeserving of a place in Quel'thalas."
Dalari takes off her glasses, her eyes narrowing at her kin as her finger gently runs along an eyebrow in thought, "Hmm, yes. He seems... naive. I have seen my mother time and again tend to the wounded, and the one thing the Light found in her or the she found in the Light: compassion. It's difficult to say which came first."
"Uh...you OK, toots? Havin' some kinda crisis? No?
I thought for a second yous were gonna try flyin' around the joint a' somethin'!

...Heeey, I know, it's the glasses! They must be blindin' ya, or else ya wouldn't be comin' in here lookin' like a flagpole!
It's OK, give 'em here, let ol' Minnie take care 'a those for ya, I'll give 'em a good home.

What are friends for, am I right?"
"I think I may have kissed her at Goldybash... For a dare! I wasn't that worst for wear... Was I? I think... I think I'm still..." Astrophel is wearing thick black shades grasping onto a bubbling yellow drink and taking seldom little sips.

"No, she's good... She like's a laugh and good time, I bet... Are all goblin parties like that?" The mage massages his temple.
"Oh hell! It's the Kirin Tor! Just act NATURAL!" he thinks to himself, the Kirin Tor not being particularly fond of unlicensed magic users, especially unlicensed magic salesmen, even though the Kirin Tor mage in question seems friendly enough. He's not going to take the risk and would try to avoid him at all costs and be careful to not arouse any sort of suspicion.
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