It was finally a relief to get off that damn boat from Kalimdor to Stormwind.  Why did they feel like torturing everyone who had to travel from one continent to the other with those damn boats.  She could stand anything, flying on Gryphons, dragons, blimps, dwarven motor vehicles, anything until she got on a boat and spent most of the time miserable.  It was always a perfect dream to finally be off the damn torture devices.  Even if it was raining and storming.  Ah, just perfect, so lovely.  Tygrane streached her arms wide and groaned happily at being off the boat after the week long ride.<br/><br/><span style="color: Green">“Well Frost, Chishio, lets go see what this Gnome wants from people who can act like mercs.  And see who else he has lured with the ad.”</span>She said to the two forms be hind her, both of which replied with a feline growl before the larger one stepped forward.  That one the size of a large horse with a saddle on it's back,  black-gray stripes covered it's pure white fur.  Her mount Frost.  The other a saber cat that stood up to just below Tygrane's stomach, white fur and spotted like a leopard, but looked slightly transparent to anyone who looked at the cat.  Her closest pet, Chishio.<br/><br/>In her armor, her lavender skin, and her silver glowing eyes, Tygrane made an imposing figure to see.  On her back, covered in a cloth to protect it from the coming rain lay strapped her vicious bow under her travel backpack, the quiver full of arrows hung just across her lower back, above the curve of her backside, also covered in a cloth to protect the wodden arrows. a bedroll was strapped to the bottom of the pack and other necessary materials for long travel packed in it and half a dozen other bags strapped to her mount's saddle, including her leather working kit and a couple extra cloths.  The spear with it's slightly glowing blade end was strapped to the right side of her saddle.<br/><br/>Once off the boat, Tygrane mounted Frost and took his reigns to lead the saber through the streets and out of the city, she needed to get to the inn before the rain got too heavy over the city and the countryside outside it.  Of course she made a slight detour to grab some fresh meat from the butcher shop for both her pet and mount.  A good way to keep them distracted, especially at the inn.  Didn't need her mount to be looking at other people's horses like his mid-day meal.  And it had started actually raining by the time.<span style="color: Green">“Well, Looks like we better hurry Frost.  Don't want to get too soaked.  A cloak won't really fit over my armor.”</span>she said to her mount before making a kissing noise and spurring her mount in to running, and forcing her pet to keep running after them.<br/><br/>At the inn Tygrane left her mount in the stables with all her remaining gear, including her backpack, and fed both her cats before moving around the inn to the front door, hurrying into the confines of the building to escape the rain.  The soaked ghost saber followed her into the building, both it and the elf were dripping water from the rain.<span style="color: Green">“well that was fun...”</span>she said was her jade green hair was pulled over her shoulder and ears while she rung the water out of it.  Chishio just shook his pelt loose of the water.  Only after did she notice the eyes looking at her from the patrons of the place.  The only thing that probably stopped their whistles and wolf-calls from them were the bow and arrows on her back and the leather armor covering her.  Their gazes only got a slight glance from the elf before she just put them out of her mind, ignoring them altogether.<br/><br/>Though, in that glance, Tygrane noticed fist the horned and blue skinned sight of a Draenei in a human town and inn.  A strange sight generally, they were more common around the elven towns, the ones who had welcomed the travelers.  She was a quite curvy dreanei at that from the look from the back, it was surprising she wasn't getting more attention.  But then again, who was she to talk, a Night elf in the middle of a smaller human town dressed in dark threatening looking leather armors.  And then her eyes settled on a human figure in plate armor at the bar, that looked familiar.  Tygrane just put that out of her mind, she had a little time, a few hours, before the appointed meeting time in room 42.<br/><br/>Instead she took an open seat a couple spaces down from the armored figure and the dreanei priest, judging by her cloths.  Raising her arm a bit to get the barkeep's or the barmaid's attention, she gave her order while leaning on the bar bench.<span style="color: Green">“High Elven wine please, bring the bottle please if you have a full one.”</span><br/><br/>Of course the leaning over gave her a good look at the human's face, and the smile disappeared at the look at the cloth around the undead woman's throat.  Yeah, she remembered accidentally knocking that woman's head off once.  Tygrane cursed to her self in Darnassian before speaking up in common, with the obvious elven accent.<span style="color: Green">“Erma Wizsilberline, it can't just be a coincidence we are both here at the same time.  Don't you have a group of deathknights to look after, including my daughter?”</span>As she spoke, not sounding at all enthusiastic or happy to be seeing the deathknight again after all these months, Chishio dropped himself down heavily at the back of Tygranes feet and curled up there looking like he was about to just take a short catnap.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>