Meekor gives the dwarf a snort of his short little goblin nose as he appears to almost turn his nose up at him. Unlike most of the rest of his race, Meekor was above and beyond that of mortal goblinoids, or so he thought at least. Arrogance had come quickly to him at Wins side, and for good reason. Nothing thusfar had managed to withstand the combined efforts of the destroyer/mage, and the crafty priest. Meekor knew his place well though and refrained from making another hasty comment, he was, of course, in the midst of the best of the best, yet just being here was enough to inflate his ego just that much more. Meekor would turn to Whin as he grinned, then spoke. mmmm.. Whins? Do we have our destination maybes? I can take us all there as fast or as slow as you need, I can have us walk the winds I can! the crafty little goblin exclaims as he refers to his wind walk spell. His gaze remains on Whin as he awaits an answer.