<i>Gilneas...what a horrible place for a guy like me...What am I even doing here...To be amongst my kind? What is my kind?...</i><br/><br/>That was the thoughts of the lone man named Jack, a Blood Elf. Though, he had himself disguised a Human, with his wide-brim hat covering his long ears and hiding his face from most to see. His effective shotgun visible in a strap over his back as his hands were in the pockets of his black overcoat. The overcoat went from his ankles, all the way to the high collars that helped hid his face.<br/><br/>He was walking down the road in the wilderness, doing his best to avoid any Goblin structures, not trusting the little half-pints with anything. He didn't trust the foundations enough that he figured if her opened the door, the whole place would topple down around him. Just like their blasted machines...he didn't like Gnomes either, but, with Gnomes, you could toss them further than a Goblin.<br/><br/>He looked up and saw the moon high in the air, signaling it was the pinnacle of night and soon the descent to day was going to begin. Great, that means he had just avoided disaster with his inner<i>beast</i>. But still, he could hear its voice fouling his mind, trying to make him break and turn into<i>it</i>...like he would turn into the beast just to satisfy it. Like he actually liked to become the beast. Like he even liked the fact that he was the beast.<br/><br/>Sighing a bit, he brought his attention back down to Azeroth and saw that he was nearing an inn. That was a welcomed sight...a place to go and just drown himself in the poison of drink with the money he had just earn from the last job he had, and hope that this time would be it.<br/><br/>But, without much confidence, Jack went into the barroom of the inn and looked around. Already there were a few eyes on him...but that was about it. There weren't many people here. Grunting, he made sure his face was hidden, noting that not many Horde members were present. Granted, he never thought himself a member of the Horde...but Alliance members didn't look kindly to glowing green eyed Elves either. So, better safe than sorry.<br/><br/>He went up to the barkeep, and sat on a stool at the bar counter. He fished for his flask, empty due to the long travel and placed it on the counter while also pulling out some gold and silver coins. Without caring for anyone around him, he just bluntly stated:<br/><br/>"Something strong for me, and keep it coming. Also, fill the flask up with some whiskey or bourbon..."<br/><br/>**************************<br/><br/>Elizabeth Moore, or Liz or Beth as she is most commonly called within her homeland of Gilneas, silently stalked the familiar forests she came to love. The Worgen druidess was within her cat form, enjoying the feel of being a cat rather than being that wolf like creature the Gilneans were known for. Though, she would much rather be in her flight form, she was hungry and wanted to stalk some prey.<br/><br/>The druidess had a coat of grey fur that blended well with the moonlight and rather dim shadows of the forest landscape. Though, on her shoulders, were the signs of the druid, it being of darker color, almost black like. And she had a few armament decorations on her lion-like body.<br/><br/>She was a powerfully built lion it seemed, perfectly natural for a Worgen. She was sniffing around as she tried to find some prey, but ended up discovering something far more interesting.<br/><br/>Rising her head and cocking it to the side, she pointed her blue glowing eyes towards the direction the smell was coming from. It was foreign...but mixed with the familiar smells of other druids...and food. What was going on? Blinking a bit, she stalked a bit in the direction.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>A few minutes later, she found what she was looking for. It was a rather large cave. And inside, thanks to her greatly enhanced eyesight, she saw three figures...She recognized two them as Trolls, but the other was a mystery. It seemed the female like Troll was arguing with the Male like Troll...that much was obvious thanks to the loud voices she heard.<br/><br/>And it seemed the mystery figure wasn't taking things so well either. It was then obvious to her, that whatever was happening...the male Troll was doing something he wasn't suppose to be doing against the female Troll and the other figure. That was all she needed.<br/><br/>Baring her teeth, she silently started to prowl forward into the cave. She stayed closed to the walls, out of sight, trying to stick to the shadows that the fireplace created...hoping to not get caught. Her paws were nearly silent...she wondered if the argument the two were having was enough to keep his attention off of her.<br/><br/>She looked to the female Troll and saw the other figure. It was a female Night Elf. And, suddenly, a fit of rage was within her. Her people's friends were the Night Elves...They showed them the arts of druidism magic and saved them from utter destruction.<br/><br/>And that, was her mistake. As, suddenly, she didn't take heed to caution a she roared and pounced at the male Troll, hoping to swipe at him with her claws or bite down on him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>