A commotion of such caliber was sure to make a ruckus. One of the patrolling undead guardsmen found the crime scene and pulled out his dark, matted blade. Running to the group of people that seemed to have assaulted a poor man.<br/>"What's the meaning of this!?" He shouted in rage. "Assault upon a salesman in the middle of Undercity!? This is the crudest act of breaking the law I've seen all day!"<br/>The guard spat and pointed at the rogue that had attacked the priestess earlier now being bruised and destroyed.<br/>"You better have a darn good explanation why you would gang up three against one and beat him to a pulp. Else I send the abominations to put you three in a cage!"<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><br/>Name: Lennart<br/>Class: Warrior<br/>Race: Undead<br/><br/>Another day, another adventure. Or so it would be if Lennart wasn't stuck in the Undercity. He did not complain however, looking through the Auction House to see what's on high demand and low on stock is all a part of a business. And making a lot of coin through marketing is something Lennart always enjoyed doing. Today was a day just like yesterday, nothing special was bound to happen in his well planned schedule. Wearing a luxurious but sadly tattered tux suit he looked like a general back accountant that runs around every city. His bald head, whom the hair he lost long time ago before he was even resurrected from his grave, and stitches holding his jaw in shape. However the stitches were crude and made by himself, and could have a tendency to detach at random times.<br/>Ah yes, another fifteen stacks of copper bars. Bought and put out ten silver more expensive than their original price. Before I know it I will be guzzling down some exquisite moonberry juice with imported Dalaran cheese. Ohohoh Lennart, you are a most cunning man on this side of Lordaeron.<br/>He couldn't help but to have a smug, self pleased look on him as he though this. Walking down from the auction lady's stand and taking a stroll along the wast city.<br/><br/>But, alas. What was this caught in the corner of his eyes? A salesman showing off his latest shining goods, a coin of silver perhaps? It surely pulled his attention as he turned his head to take a better look. To his most bewildered surprised he saw a man threatening a woman of cloth! It looked like a most dearly hostile action against someone who seemed defenseless. Lennart decided to walk along the direction of the mugger and his victim but not directly towards them. Flowing along the mass of people like a scholar of fish, blending in with the crowd as he made his way to the location.<br/>Halfway there, Lennart observed another man assaulting the robber. An act of most gruesome and violent moves causing the ruffian to be sent to the floor in a very effective matter. A chivalrous act of protecting the weaker around us, most brave. However it didn't take long before  a guardsman came by and accused the nearby crowd of ganging up and mugging the assaulter.<br/><br/>Lennart quickly jumped out from the stream of people moving along the roads to get to the location to protect the innocent from wrongly accusations. Raising one arm he talks as he runs and slows down the closer he gets.<br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateGray">Excuse me... Excuse me sir! There does seem to be a misconception here. I bear the guilt of witnessing this act and I will fully so explain what I saw.<br/>
You see, the man now lying on the floor on the edge of death... Again. Was about to strike a blow against this poor maiden with his weapon of trade, namely the dagger close to him. This brave man here leaped into the fray and neutralized the mugger in a swift and most effective way, if I may say so myself.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>