Isaera looks up from her bag and toward Marion. Her concerned countenance raises a brow, accentuated by their telltale elven length.

"There are a number of adjectives one might ascribe to the Burning Blade. But I think that typically, if one wishes to keep their head attached to their torso, they would not use the word 'amateur'..."

An ominous beat of silence. The concerning part here was Marion did not appear to be her snarky self.


"Well then! It's a good thing Jaina Proudmore recommended you, and we have a member of the Argent Dawn to watch you, I mean, watch over you..."