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((looking for some Rp action been away from an rp realm for awhile. Feel free to join me any time I am on))

Killiam stood staring into the fire in madam Eve's house. He had rented a room from her and enjoyed the warmth. Often his mind would return to the day he returned home from Northrend to find his family dead and the city in ruins. That had been a year ago almost now, he had traveled to Darnasas only to find that most of his people had spread about Azeroth in an attempt to make new lives. The king was in Stormwind looking for help in regaining Gilnaes. So Killiam had traveled to Stormwind seeking a new life as well. He had mourned for his wife and two children, but there was no bringing them back. The Forsaken had not left much of his home.
Finally he made his way to Duskwood it seemed a place to live that fit his mood. He had no one left to protect and felt empty inside. Perhaps here he could feel use full again.........

((Bump for rp action. I've seen you around Killiam. You're always welcome to get involved with us if we're around.))

More often than not Thomason could be found drinking his way through Azeroth. That's not to say that he was a drunk, for if one paid close attention to the man and his rakish grin hidden behind his mustache and goatee, they would notice that he rarely ordered more than one drink and yet always appeared drunk.

And so this how one might find Thomason, at the Scarlet Raven Tavern in Darkshire, apparently intoxicated while playing cards and doing obviously well for himself, despite the feigned handicap.

"Two of cups, yes and two of cups." He said placing the cards down on the table much to the chagrin of the other occupants of the table.

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Leaning against the wall in the Scarlet Raven, Sath quietly observed her surroundings, looking to the various patrons there. There was the town drunk who was busy drowning whatever sorrows he had, stuck onto the bar counter with his arms wrapped around the thick wood. Her gaze quickly flicked to the rogueish man at the card table, chuckling quietly and shaking her head before turning her sights elsewhere.

Idly she turned over a small jeweler's knife in her hand, letting it turn and flip between her fingers. The woman continued this pattern of casual observance and blade twirling for some time, simply letting the world pass by her while she watched.