The chilled, arctic wind bit and stabbed at the lone figure that wandered through snow. The shadow appeared large, with broad shoulders as it wandered up the mountain, dipping its feet deep into the snow. Rumors had floated around about this tavern, how it must have been insanity to construct a tavern and try to keep it running in the steep, horrid mountains of Northrend, but the figure didn't mind too much, after all, it needed a nice place to stay, a warm place to rest its weary legs. The Lich King had been vanquished, but it had seemed that the Scourge had not gotten the message. Climbing the snowed hill, the figure stopped to look over the sturdy oak building, it must have taken some effort getting the necessary materials to build this inn up this mountain.<br/>Approaching the inn itself, the figure kept its gaze down. Lifting a gloved hand, the figure knocked a few times on the thick door before opening it. The light would reveal the figure's large, broad appearance was merely formed from a large, thick fur-lined cloak, draped about a slimmer body. The woman under the cloak, was a paler looking Kaldorei woman with long, thick blue hair. Her amber eyes looked about the inn, she noticed a few of the staff members, but she did not speak. She took her cloak and folded it around her arm, finding her way to the bar. She sat on an empty stool and remained quiet, awaiting her service...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>