Character Name: Zegeruss Rayin<br/>Gender: Young Male<br/>Race: Nighelf<br/>Class: Hunter<br/>Gear (optional): Slightly used mail armor, tattered, and in dis-repair.<br/><br/><br/>There was always a commotion in brewfest, today no different. A dwarves barkeeper had gotten into a yelling match with a young, and obviously drunk, worgan boy. The commotion was getting to a boiling point, so Zegeruss though it be best to stop his old half human friend from anymore trouble. As the worgan, begin to show fur on his arms and legs, from such a drunken anger, recognized his friend, and calmed himself.<br/>"perhaps you should go home man, you seem a bit out of it." the worgan huffed at the barkeeper, but left soon after. Zegeruss was now alone in this grand holiday, until the barkeeper offered him a drink. "but- I have nooner, sorry..." Zegeruss said, being helplessly poor, that line came naturally. The dwarf looked at the shabby elf, then noticed the gun, slung around his back. What about that there rifle ya have? Arent elves more of a bow-ish people anyway? I'll give ya... 5 silvers for it!" Zegeruss had no hesitation. "N-no! Sorry, but this was my fathers rifle..." the dwarf slightly nodded, and continued a conversation about murlocs with a human down the bar.<br/><br/>Zegeruss got up From his seat and walked outside. Briefest was alive and well, and he'd best get looking before the day was done...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>