Name: Zegerus Laharla<br/>Sex: male<br/>Race: Nightelf<br/>Class: rogue<br/>Clothing: Dark green and water-soaked outfit, red hood.<br/><br/>"shitshitshitshitshit why me- AGAIN?!?" a lone rogue darts through stranglethorn in pursuit of a band of troll savages. Rather then run on the ground flat footed, he darted from tree branch to tree branch- trolls on his heels. "This- is that last time I ask for a favor from the horde!" he was a temporary ambassador for the alliance attempting to secure lasting peace in this territory when he was left to die by a mob of trolls, by mob of orcs...<br/><br/>Now, a talented rogue would simply be able to disappear into the brush, but Zegerus was different. He was not a very skilled rogue, although he knew some tricks. For now all he had choice of was to run or die. He really liked his head intact, sonhe headed for the biggest landmark in the area. A temple. The orcs called it zal-garrob or something...<br/><br/>When he reached the temple, he looked back to see he lost the beasts. As he sighed a breath of relief, he overheard yelling of meeting people, and if he heard right, it was darnassian dialect! Another Night elf! He sat on his tre branch and watched, keeping silent.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>