[He shrugs, pauses briefly as someone feels like they come near his space as they pass, but then presses on with her again.]

I do not think something that picks out it's chosen takes so kindly to those chosen being picked off. [A pause.] I was doing something similar back home, in Tal'dorei. Hunting chosen for the aim of the thorn it would put in their master's side.

That said...it's entirely possible they could send something bigger to stop us, but that in and of itself might prove useful. We shall see.

[He smiles a bit.]

Well, you and others shall, at least.

[He's funny, right? Laughing is nicer than the pang of missing friends, anyway.]