Jespia
10-02-2009, 09:31 AM
The silence of Silvermoon was deafening as the sindorei walked across the path of Murder Alley. Pausing outside the inn to look at a drunken man curled up on the ground, her nose wrinkled with distaste.
Setting foot inside, piercing blue orbs stared at a goblin tugging on her cloak. Its raspy voice carried easily up to her. "Who're you? I keep track of such things."
An eyebrow lifted, she studied the small green creature, then replied, "My name is Leaharn... one I am fortunate enough to remember. As to who I am? Yet another of the Lich's freed denzions.. the owner of another stilled heart that leaves me no different from the rest in the eyes of most." Frowning, she moves to take a step toward the bar, and the goblin huffs.
"You don't have to get all huffy.. you elves.. Can ya tell me anything else?" he has managed to write only her name and that she is a death knight upon the paper he holds, and his cross armed imply this is less than satisfactory.
Taking a cup to hand from the wandering barkeep.. if one could call him that, with as little as he did.. she turned and looks at the goblin again. "Who I was once no longer matters. Doubtless everyone knows well enough the tales of slaughter that I could share of my time in slavery. There is little to tell but of my return to Silvermoon. Here, I am home." Shrugging a shoulder, she turns, ignoring further inquiries.
Setting foot inside, piercing blue orbs stared at a goblin tugging on her cloak. Its raspy voice carried easily up to her. "Who're you? I keep track of such things."
An eyebrow lifted, she studied the small green creature, then replied, "My name is Leaharn... one I am fortunate enough to remember. As to who I am? Yet another of the Lich's freed denzions.. the owner of another stilled heart that leaves me no different from the rest in the eyes of most." Frowning, she moves to take a step toward the bar, and the goblin huffs.
"You don't have to get all huffy.. you elves.. Can ya tell me anything else?" he has managed to write only her name and that she is a death knight upon the paper he holds, and his cross armed imply this is less than satisfactory.
Taking a cup to hand from the wandering barkeep.. if one could call him that, with as little as he did.. she turned and looks at the goblin again. "Who I was once no longer matters. Doubtless everyone knows well enough the tales of slaughter that I could share of my time in slavery. There is little to tell but of my return to Silvermoon. Here, I am home." Shrugging a shoulder, she turns, ignoring further inquiries.