Sugigoth stood up and with enthusiastic motion went towards the exit. He waved his hand lazily at the bartender, saying goodbye in a manner which meant they will see each other again. Wolfish grin still spread across his face, as he left the Legerdemain Lounge with 'Tyrande' following. They way this orc moved, slightly ducked, his pointy ears twitched at sounds of the babble in the City of Magic. His sinewy, athletic body did good well with his shorter posture and less bulky body build. His dusty, grey, old cloak waved behind him<br/><br/>"I hope you don't mind modesty. My apa-re-ment is rather cozy. It's quite expensive to live in Dalaran after all." He explained his situation with calm, timid voice, his strong accent whispering words as they walked between tight corridors and streets. Soon enough, they stood before tall building with typical dalaran architecture.<br/><br/>"Here we are... I hope you did not expect palace..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>