A distressed Blood Elf was nearly thrown against Ophidian by the same Bluffwatcher that had lead them to the inn, the Elf quickly hoping to his feet and dusting himself off.<span style="color: Blue">"I guess I just got volunteered as your translator."</span>He looked back at the Tauren as he barked orders then back to Ophidian.<span style="color: Blue"> "He wants to know why you're here, why he shouldn't cleave you two in half, and what's the quickest way to get out of the city."</span><span style="color: DarkRed">"We-we need a portal to Alliance lands and a druid to heal my nose, we don't want to be here anymore than he wants us here."</span>The Elf nodded and turned to the guard who folded his arms as he translated.<span style="color: Blue">"I'm a mage, not a very experienced one or well traveled, but I can give you a portal to Dustwallow Marsh. I know there's an Alliance port there but I don't know where it is or where it connects to. The guard says he doesn't want you two leaving his sight and since he's on duty that means he can't leave this rise."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>