Character Name: Almyra<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Race: Worgen<br/>Class: Priest<br/><br/><img alt="[​IMG]" class="bbCodeImage LbImage" data-url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dPRj3TnWmr8/TiVsYCFX7yI/AAAAAAAAAc8/0um2sSE36sw/Almyra.jpg" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dPRj3TnWmr8/TiVsYCFX7yI/AAAAAAAAAc8/0um2sSE36sw/Almyra.jpg" style=""/><br/><br/>The clatter of metal on the stone floor near her feet attracted Almyra's attention. She glanced down to see a rifle skid towards her, seemingly from the hand of a Night Elf that had taken a tumble. With a playful smile on her lips she crouched down and placed her hand over the barrel, just as the Elf reached for it.<br/><br/>With her long fingers wrapped tightly around the metal shaft she looked up at him to gauge his reaction, saying with a thick Gilnean accent, "Well, this is a pretty piece of kit and no mistake, who'd ya filch this one off?" She raised a dark eyebrow, intrigued by the elf dressed as shabbily as she.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>