Name: Duryna Flamestreaked<br/>Race: Orc<br/>Gender: Female<br/><br/>[Hope no one minds if I join in ^^']<br/><br/>Duryna muttered as she took another long drink from her stien. Shaking off a few loose drops of her drink from the chest of her dark red plate armor that fit her large chest almost like a second skin. She flicked her long braid of bright red hair back over her strong shoulders afterward as she looked around the room with deep black eyes. She slammed one strong hand down on the table, powerful arms flexing as she grumbled.<br/><br/>'How long am I supposed to wait here for that stupid, stupid person.' She grumbled mentally as she tapped one fingernail on the table.<br/><br/>Two weeks ago.<br/>Duryna kneeled before the great shadow that dwarfed her in all ways, looking down at the ground as she could barely keep from trembling. Her plate armor, gaunlets, greaves, and plated skirt a mix of dark red and slightly dulled gold inlay was polished to a metallic sheen. The great shadow spoke and the voice boomed deep, but with a peaceful authority.<br/>"<b>Go to the magi city of Dalaran. To the seedy underbelly of the city and there you will wait for a very special contact. You will follow this person's instructions to the let under released.</b>" The voice rang like great bells in the pointed ears of the young female orc, and the only thing she could do was nod and reply as she always did before this great power.<br/>"Yes, Mistress."<br/><br/>Back in the seedy underbelly and even seedier inn.<br/>'This contact better be here soon or I will tear this place apart.' Duryna grumbled more as she noticed her stien was empty, again. For the sake of the poor establishment someone would want to take a hold of the curveous firecracker ready to explode.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>