In Search of a brother...

[Tagol]

Tagol's gryphon landed in Stormwind with almost quickening speed. He unmounted, and quickly left towards the bank.

He had heard rumor's of his brother Barke spending his time in Stormwind these days. And after the death of their brother's in Felwood, he felt he had to reach Barke. The druid pulled his hood over head as he sped through the Trade District, covering his long white hair.

He reached the bank and deposited a few things from his travels, and donned his family's amulet so his brother may eventually recognize him again, as they haven't met in a while.

The druid asked the banker where he may find his brother, even described him. The banker told him that his brother usually spends his time across the fountain outside the bank.

Slowly Tagol walked out of the bank pulling his hood further over his head to hide his features. As he made his way to the Gilded Rose he looked over to the steps.

Tagol stopped almost dead in his tracks. There was his brother. Barke! He shook his head for a moment. No, it couldn't be. This rogue looked as if he had just awoken from death itself. He watched carefully as the rogue nursed his wounds, looking as if he was deep in thought.

As the elf started to look up, Tagol quickly looked away and made his way to The Park instead. He figured he may be safe with the Druid trainer there.

He would continue the search for his brother another time. And maybe even take into confronting that rogue. As for now, the trip from Teldrassil was long. And he needed sleep.

[Barke]

It was mid day in Stormwind. Everyone was out trying to go about their business and do their work. The rogue was still sitting on the stairs near the inn. He had been there since he got back in town. His eyes did not move from the ground but neither was he actually watching anything. He was in another place and time. Enjoying the scent of the ocean. He was gone. Physically and mentally drained.

Suddenly something brought him back. He focussed and got the feeling like somone was watching him. Without lifting his head his eyes started to wander around looking for the source of this feeling. The doorway to the inn there was a mysterious figure. Barke lifted his head to take a look but the figure was swiftly took off. He quirked an eyebrow thinking something familiar about the elf.

He shrugged not overly worried about it and was actually glad the feeling was gone and the elf had not come over to say anything. He just wanted to be alone. To get a grip on reality......and piece his life back together.

[Tagol]

Tagol awoke the next morning in the Park District of Stormwind. His sleep had been uncomfortable to say the least. He couldn't get his mind off of that rogue he saw. The man looked so much like his brother. Yet, that rogue was too beat up, too bruised. Barke was a skilled fighter, he knew how to take care of himself.

"Well then," Tagol said looking around at the other druids still slumbering, "best get to looking for Barke." He rose up and put his hood back on, covering most of his face. He walked over to the Moonwell, said a prayer to Elune. And strode off into the city.

Tagol spent the better part of a day asking different officials around the city. Even made a stop by the Argent Dawn, who reported that his brother usually exchanges parts of the undead he kills for some small coin here and there. Tagol let's out a heavy sigh, "At this rate I'll never find him. Only person who was even sure it was him, was that banker."

Tagol made his way to Old Town where he walked into SI:7. He went to one of the rogues lounging around in one of the chairs and dropped a small bundle of coins in front of him. The rogue, startled by the distraction looked up at him, "And to what do I owe this pleasure?" Tagol grimaced as the human smiled, as he hated hiring people, especially humans, to do any form of a job.

"I need you to track someone down. My brother, his name...is Barke...Barke Daertha." As he solemnly looked to the ground. The rogue got to his feet opening the bundle and counting out the coins. "And where should I send word too, druid?" Smirking as he placed the few gold into his pocket.

"I'm staying in the Park District. And the name, is Tagol. Now I must take my leave. Let us just hope you're worth the coin." Tagol said his goodbye's to the rogue. And proceeded back to the Park District. Perhaps some training and food would help to settle his mind.