Refugee camps had been home to Nadia her entire life, small resistant outcropping that had always been wary to a new face, but more wary of what waited outside the circle of tents or ramshackle huts. There was safety in numbers, even if one of the number was a stranger. New Bloodhoof, however, was a much larger, more permanent settlement than any Nadia had ever been in before. There were more that lived here than she had ever seen in one place at a time and none of them seemed overly hostile towards her unannounced presence. A troll woman had given her some bland stew and flat bread, and a night elf had given her a blanket and told her which tent she could sleep in. It was strange, unfamiliar and it was easy to see how someone might just be able to fool themselves into thinking they were safe.<br/><br/>She had heard the cries and the calls for help defending the settlement, feeling herself oddly pulled towards the sounds of commotion, though she opted to stay close to the edge of the crowd. Her eyes darted constantly to make sure there was always a place she could flee if the need was there. There were those who had gathered to see what the commotion was about, like herself, who whispered in terror stricken voices as gossip spread like wildfire, but it was those at the center of the gathering who had Nadia’s attention. A massive tauren astride a suitably massive kodo with a worgen seated behind him, a petite girl who looked no older than herself, and a tall man in armor. They were not alone, there were many who had volunteered to assist and they seemed to have the attention of the chief, and as the crowd moved off to follow the mounted combatants towards the gate her gaze stayed with the armored man that moved with surprising speed, despite the armor, towards the stables.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #0000ff">... today is not a day for disagreements. It's a day for fighting, maybe even for dying.</span>"<br/><br/>Who was he talking to? Nadia wondered as she slipped quietly into the stable, staying close to the shadows, and found her answer. She gave a curious tilt of her head as she studied the man, casually discussing the possibility of death with the Worg. She moved as silent as smoke, her leather boots only making the barest of sounds on the straw strewn gravel. She stopped just outside of arm reach to the man before she spoke, curiosity overriding her natural hesitation.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: #006666">You are going to go help them,</span>” she said, in a voice as unassuming and quiet as she herself was, “<span style="color: #006666">I wish to help as well,</span>”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>