It was late by Azerothian standards but not to those on-board the Vindicaar, time worked differently here, not because of it being a world separate from Azeroth, instead because of how intense the ravaging of this world had been by the Legion. The shattered world was bathed in the perpetual darkness of the great beyond alongside fel smog filled skies that blotted out much of the landscape, at least all but the Vindicaar itself, which stood as the last beacon of light on this ruined world.

Crystals emitted a bright but soft and comforting light, complimented by golden hued metal that made up the rest of the Nether-ship, topped up with the large glass window the furthest front of the vessel that gave view to Azeroth on the horizon. Kuf'ell marveled at this, having come here by portal to deliver information from the world that currently filled the skies here. Not only because of the serenity of this place, but the idea that in an instant he had left the world he called home and was now able to look down on it from so far away.

Taking a moment to take everything in and recompose himself, he continued with his task at hand, which was the kind he liked best after the long day he had just had, a simple one and his final one of the day. It helped that the Vindicaar was as open as it was, being able to spot the individual that had been described to him as the recipient of the documents from the highest platform from which he had come. Promptly but with not too much haste as to stand out, he made his way down to the lower platform and then over, wasting no time in presenting the documents and then, not needing to stick around for praise or further assignment, turned and left. With time now on his side, he took a more casual pace, the purple hues of his eyes looking around, admiring the Vindicaar and it's majesty, the sheer amount of what resembled gold but likely consisted of another metal that he could not name, nor care to do so vaguely reminded him of the Zandalari and what he had long pictured the capitol of Zuldazar must look like, albeit with much less crystal, which was a considerable reminder that this was certainly not of Troll origin.

He was brought to a stop in his tracks as he spotted a bench to one side of the corridor he had gone down, unsurprisingly also made of the same material the rest of the ship had been constructed of, approaching it he sat, giving himself a moment of respite he signed and then rolled a shoulder to release some tension. Tired, but content for the moment he turned his gaze to the on-goings around him, a multitude of Draenei, or Lightforged as he had heard they referred to themselves as worked around him, others stood guard, posed as if they were living statues, Kuf'ell understood their lack of apparent acknowledgement of him or anyone else around them was a pretense, he was sure that if mischief had been planned, they would descend with great fury to eradicate the one who had caused it.

He continued, his gaze taking the time to inspect everyone around him one by one and sizing them up accordingly as any Rogue worth their training would do, evaluating their physical form, the armor they wore and even the weapons they carried, using that to calculate their standing, what sort of training they had received and what sort of skills they would bring to a fight, these details all coming together to surmise how much of a threat they would be.

Eventually he set his sights on one that stood out from the rest for the simple reason that she seemed to have noticed his presence and at least at the moment was fixated on it, she was armored as equally as any of the guards, though her armor bore little resemblance otherwise except that it was equally comprised of gold, but complimented by darker hues rather than those of white worn by the rest of the armored Lightforged aboard. The mace at her side was easy to spot, and as he studied further, he noticed the shape of what looked to be a shield on her back. A Paladin then, not too surprising but he scoffed nonetheless, not out of disdain for the Paladin order, he had fair amount of respect for those who followed the teachings of the light, but their virtues typically did not allow them to give the same gratitude of his.