"She's a cleric of the Clergy, brother. Are you sure it was wise to marry her? You remember what they did to dad; they might go after your wife now."<br/><br/>The voice of said concern came from a man, he stood at about 6'8 and wore simple chain-mail. His body was at an average height and weight; nothing too special about this one in particular other than he was a worgen. Each azure sphere would lock upon a larger being who also seemed to wear the same materials but had a stronger frame. A hum came from the worgen that stood with his back to the other male.<br/><br/>"My ex-wife is already dead after trying to assassinate me with her guards; there's not much else that would chase after me. No need to talk about such things either; my wife's coming back home soon and she said she had a surprise. I'll talk to you later, alright Alexander?"<br/><br/>Alexander gave a slow nod; rising from the chair and heading over to the door past the table and set of chairs. The house was rather cozy, containing a fire place, kitchen, restroom, and a bedroom. Looking back at the interior and shrugging, he left saying.<br/><br/>"Just be careful, Delthier."<br/><br/>Delthier stared as the door shut, humming in thought; why was he so worried? Heading over to the kitchen he'd reach upward into a cupboard and retrieve a bottle of red wine then a smaller bottle of whiskey and approach the small furniture; placing each one onto the wood and sitting down onto a chair once again as the worgen stared at the thick liquids held within each glass.<br/><br/>"Why is he so worried?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>