Name: Izzy<br/>Race: Gnome<br/>Class: Frost mage<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Level: 79<br/><br/>Rubbing her hands together she looked up to the sun outside, the golden light shining in her icecold blue eyes. She tucked a few loose strands of silverwhite hair back in her tightly wrapped loops on the back of her head. If anyone would look at her they would see a palelooking gnome, blue lips and blue eyes, as if every colour of life would be sucked out of her. Her whole appearance seemed as cold as ice, her clotharmour concealed by a snowwhite mantle. Resting with a silver thread on her throat the hood rested on her back, while her entire body was covered with the mantle, dragged along with her on the ground. She was quiet, ignoring most of the talks around her indicating that she never used her voice for chitchat or anything other then the soft mumbles of her spells and incantations. With a raise of both of her hands she blinked trough thin air to appear again, a split second later next to the paladins horse, in the middle of the little group of fighters talking to each other. She looked up at the priest and mumbled some soft words, barely hearable for those around her, the soft loose sand on the ground froze over as she lifted her hands with twinkling eyes. During her mumbling moments a blue-white glow suddenly spread around the alliance members surrounding her, an indication of her Arcane intellect. Without further notice she lifted her hood over her cloth headpiece, hiding herself from the sun as she suddenly blinked away in the distance towards the lumber mill.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>