The Worgen nodded to her. “Sounds like a lot of travel. I found myself doing that more than I’d like to.” He took a gulp from his beverage, his long maw smacking the contents. “So, once you are done here, on your way to the west.” He lifted his mug. “I wish you luck. It can be chaos there… well, it can be chaos anywhere.”<br/><br/>He leaned against the bar, revealing from his cloak a collection of knives and blades, making it obvious he was a rogue, a man for hire. “Dalaran is beautiful and I am normally not one to stop and appreciate that sort of thing.” He smirked, giving her a toothy grin. “It seems the city has rubbed some of that beauty off on you.” He winked at her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>