<i>"The Argent Tournament you say? Hmm, quite thrilling place, I've heard, yet I won't spend time, on Tirions silly games. I am here to help the alliance, the best I can, against the threatning horde, I got dying comrades in Icecrown, yet I haven't had the chance to get with any gryphon to the place, and it appears that they would not send me there, just yet, damned."</i>he looked down, letting out a sigh.<br/><br/><b>Tilthar then looked up again, smiling as they reached the sewer inn. He nodded to the draenei, giving her a gently smile before again, parting his lips to speak</b><br/><br/>"<i>Here we are, you might want to tell that you are here, else there is no room for you!"</i>he chuckled out, and stood silently, waiting for the draenei to be done with the receptionist.<br/><br/><b>His arms were crossed at his back, tilting his head slightly as he watched the draenei with interest. His blonde hair followed his move, hanging a little down to the side aswell, covering his one eye. He looked around in the waiting room, the thugs and the dark mages that were around gave him a chilling sense, he would not really be able to sense any undead nor demon in these sewers, because of all this dark magic. He once again stated to himself, that he didn't like this place, especially not the smell. But still he smiled, knowing that the draenei brought a little more light into the dark sewers.</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>