Name: Tamaska<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Race: Troll<br/>Specialization: Priestess<br/>Age: 18<br/><br/>Tamaska sat at the bar, nervously fidgeting with her still full glass of wine. She was overwhelmed by what had happened. She had just made her way to Orgrimmar for the first time and had joined a guild there. A mage of the guild had offered to open a portal to Dalaran and show her the sights. To the young troll it was an invitation not to be missed. Of course, once there the mage had been called away to go assist with this and that and had simply abandoned her in the unfamiliar and immense floating city. Abandoned her with no means of returning home, no money, and no real idea of where she even was!  She had wandered for hours it seemed, enduring the stares of people who were clearly curious as to what someone so inexperienced was doing in Dalaran. The priestess was not even sure how but she had found her way to the Underbelly and now she sat, tugging nervously at her teal braids wondering how she was going to get back home. She was almost out of money and knew no one here.<br/><br/>It did not help that the city was teeming with members of the alliance races either. She was having trouble adjusting to the fact that here they walked side by side peacefully where outside of the city they would tear each other apart. Within the city walls they even seemed to travel together if the blood elf and the goblin travelling with the very unnerving looking human were any indication. Something about the trio made her light blue skin prickle and she found her young body tensing as the elf and goblin started toward the bar. One hand took up her glass and the other gripped onto her simple white linen robe. In an attempt to distract herself from the growing unease she felt the closer they got, Tamaska cast her amber eyes around the bar. She noticed the two goblins talking and the few other patrons that were becoming lost in their drink. She brought her glass to her lips and nervously took a sip of wine, her nose wrinkling at the discovery of it's lacking quality. Setting the wine down with a frown she just stared studiously at the top of the bar and again turned her thoughts to how she was going to get home.<br/>She tried unsuccessfully to ignore the banter of the two beside her, her soft skin blushing slightly as they discussed the goblins. Again her nose wrinkled at the first scent of the smoke from the goblin's cigar. It made her cough softly and she shifted in her seat, trying to move out of the path of the drifting hazy smoke. Perhaps this was a sign that she was not going to find her way back to Orgrimmar but sitting in the run down tavern.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>