It seemed a bit out of the blue, really, when a tall man dressed in Dalaran purples and golds stepped up alongside the Draenic maiden in her trip to the tavern. A crystalline staff of near see through blue was held in his left hand, it's pummel striking the wooden boards of the dock every time to took a step, it's top shaped like a cross centered on a flouting red sphere. A long cloak was draped over his shoulders, and came just shy of touching the ground, a comically traditional, pointed wizard's hat adorned his head, and a scarf was wrapped about his face, masking him completely. So tall and broad, one might have assumed him a Night Elf or Highborn, were it not for the lack of long ears.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, my dear." he asked, in a rough, echoing voice, despite how friendly he was trying to make it. "But I seem to have found myself a bit at a loss..." The wide brim of his hat hiding his eyes. "Could you, perchance, help me find A friend of mine? You see, he set up shop not too long ago, But I find myself unable to read the local signs." Nervously scratching the back of his head. Unbenounced to him, he had beat the other two men to the punch... And had likely pissed them off to some degree.<br/>((I know, I'm an asshole<img alt=":p" class="mceSmilieSprite mceSmilie7" src="styles/default/xenforo/clear.png" title="Stick Out Tongue    :p"/>))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>