All at once Devynn felt as though a giant weight had been lifted off of her. The running, hiding, the sense of never feeling truly safe, all this was about to come to an end. She would have her answers.
She motioned to the Padaren behind the bar, cleaning one of the glasses and asked for a glass of whiskey on ice, he obliged and she handed over a few gold, to cover hers and Lio's drinks as well as a nice tip.
She took her drink and for a moment just stared into the glass the ice slowly was melting, the amber hue reminding her of the trees of Silvermoon. The days in Silvermoon seemed like another lifetime, joining the Blood Knight order, back before the Naruu sacrificed itself to purify the sunwell, then after that answering the call to Argent Dawn, which would later merge with the Order of the Silver Hand to become the Argent Crusade. Devynn always felt the desire to protect those weaker, and less fortunate than her, so it was a no brainer to her to answer the call.
She was brought back to the present by a crashing sound to see a Druid at another table having a battle with himself over what from was going to be in control, or so it seemed to her, everyone save for a few members of the Coterie was new and it would take her some time to get used to all the new faces. She liked the Coterie this band of laid back individuals who like to kick !@# and have fun, both at the same time on occasion.
She would not be here at the bar when the Commander was brought in, lest he realize something was amiss, she leaned over to Liore, and whispered “I will be at the Undercity. Orgimmar is too hostile these days, and Silvermoon may have spies there. Please reach me when he is here and ‘incapacitated.’”
With that, she placed her mask back on, locking the guard in its place, she still felt awkward, for so long she was accustomed to her other equipment, this felt foreign like it was not a part of her. She gripped the handle of her Sword and nested it in the familiar place in it scabbard on her back, the Sin’Dorei Warblade, made by the finest craftsmen of Silvermoon.
She adjusted her armor and walked out the bar as she made her way out she nodded her head to the Druid at the bar that was having Shape shifting issues, and to the Troll with the monocle. She would learn who they were but at this moment she was focused on this bigger issue.
She motioned to the Padaren behind the bar, cleaning one of the glasses and asked for a glass of whiskey on ice, he obliged and she handed over a few gold, to cover hers and Lio's drinks as well as a nice tip.
She took her drink and for a moment just stared into the glass the ice slowly was melting, the amber hue reminding her of the trees of Silvermoon. The days in Silvermoon seemed like another lifetime, joining the Blood Knight order, back before the Naruu sacrificed itself to purify the sunwell, then after that answering the call to Argent Dawn, which would later merge with the Order of the Silver Hand to become the Argent Crusade. Devynn always felt the desire to protect those weaker, and less fortunate than her, so it was a no brainer to her to answer the call.
She was brought back to the present by a crashing sound to see a Druid at another table having a battle with himself over what from was going to be in control, or so it seemed to her, everyone save for a few members of the Coterie was new and it would take her some time to get used to all the new faces. She liked the Coterie this band of laid back individuals who like to kick !@# and have fun, both at the same time on occasion.
She would not be here at the bar when the Commander was brought in, lest he realize something was amiss, she leaned over to Liore, and whispered “I will be at the Undercity. Orgimmar is too hostile these days, and Silvermoon may have spies there. Please reach me when he is here and ‘incapacitated.’”
With that, she placed her mask back on, locking the guard in its place, she still felt awkward, for so long she was accustomed to her other equipment, this felt foreign like it was not a part of her. She gripped the handle of her Sword and nested it in the familiar place in it scabbard on her back, the Sin’Dorei Warblade, made by the finest craftsmen of Silvermoon.
She adjusted her armor and walked out the bar as she made her way out she nodded her head to the Druid at the bar that was having Shape shifting issues, and to the Troll with the monocle. She would learn who they were but at this moment she was focused on this bigger issue.
