App;<br/>Name: Zegerus Leshail.<br/>Race: Night elf<br/>Class: Rogue<br/>Height: 6"8<br/>Weight: 210lbs<br/>Description: After having to watch his bother die in the battle for gilneas, he desertted. He now spends his time swindling Gnomes and watching the brawls under new-Gilneas.<br/>-------—-------—------—------—<br/><br/>A hooded figure slid into the inn, and approached the bar of the inn. The barkeep nodded, recognizing the figure, and allowing him acsess to a small hidden passage to the underside of the once proud city.<br/><br/>He was greeted by other regulars of the arena, and quickly circled by a few who thought they were powerful in numbers.<br/>"hey, ELF. they say you abandoned your friends in war. That's low. Wedont take kind to lowly worms here." a Orc man said, pushing him hard. His tattered robe and hood swayed as he was harshly moved back. He did nothing.<br/>As he Attepted to walk past the hostile Orc man, a large, dark Tauren blocked his path. He didn't make eye contact, for he knew it would ply cause trouble. That's when things started getting ugly.<br/>The Orcish man spat on his leather boots, and spoke as if he were a god, "Perhaps me and my friends here outta teach you a lesson, deserter!" the dark elf quickly noticed many others were slowly closing in around him. It was bad. He could sure as hell beat the shit Out of 2, maybe 3, but there were quite basically too many. So he dd what any skilled rouge would do...<br/><br/>With a fast slight of hand, and a puff of dark smoke, he darted in between the Orc and a troll on his right side, and sprinted to a dark corner, and ran around it. He needed to get un-seen. Fast.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>